Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
I scoot away from him several inches, putting a little distance between us.
He tries to pull me back into him, but I immediately scoot away again.
He sighs quietly but doesn't try to pull me back this time.
We lay in silence for a long time. I try to sleep, but I can't. I feel him in the bed with me. Eventually, I can't stand it anymore. It's too much. I slowly slip my hand between my legs, desperate to relieve a little of the pressure.
I'm so wet I should probably be concerned.
A tiny whimper escapes my lips when I slip my hand into my panties.
"Catriona?"
"Y-yes?" I whisper, my finger rolling over my clit. And oh God, I should stop. I know I should. But I do it again, too far gone to care if he's awake. If he knows what I'm doing.
"Are you fucking touching yourself?" he snarls.
I whine his name instead of answering, guilt crashing like cymbals in my chest.
"Jesus Christ," he says.
What am I doing?
Tears prick at my eyes.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, moving to pull my hand out of my panties.
Andreas grips my wrist in his hand suddenly, halting me. His breath comes in a ragged pant. "Finish it," he growls.
I freeze, barely even breathing. My gaze flies to his even though it's too dark to make out much of him. "W-what?"
"Finish it, little one," he demands. "Touch your little cunt until you cream all over your fingers for me. Let me hear how wet you are and sweet you sound when you're crying out for me."
"Andreas."
"Do it, Catriona," he growls.
I jump to obey this time, circling my clit with my fingers. My back arches up from the bed, a whine leaving my lips. His hand is still locked around my wrist, almost as if he's helping me. It feels…dirty. Sexy. I moan his name, circling my clit again.
"Fuck," he grits out.
The bed shifts.
I cry out as he yanks my panties midway down my thighs, straddling my legs at the same time.
The lamp on the bedside table clicks on.
The first thing I see is the inferno blazing in his eyes. They're the blackest midnight, sucking me into forever. His cheeks are flushed, his face a thundercloud. He's not mad though, not really. He's so turned on he can't think straight.
My stomach clenches, arousal flowing between my thighs.
And then I see his fist wrapped tightly around his massive erection and swallow hard. He's…wow. I've seen porn before, but I always thought dicks were kind of ugly. Not his. It's beautiful, just like the rest of him. He's long and thick, the broad head slick with moisture. Thick veins run down the underside of his shaft.
"Play with yourself, little one," he orders me, his eyes locked on my face. "Let me see you take yourself there while you're moaning my name."
Oh, God.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, my heart racing. He's watching me like he can't look away. It should make me shy and embarrassed, but it doesn't. Some unfamiliar part of myself bubbles to the surface, eager to please this man. That part likes the way he's looking at me as if I'm the only thing that exists in his world in this moment. That part wants to be a little bit naughty and touch myself while he watches.
I give myself over to that side, letting it guide me. I touch myself for him, shamelessly chasing every little ripple of pleasure, every gasp of delight. It's more intense with his eyes on me, way more than when I've touched myself alone.
"God yeah," he groans, working his hand up and down his shaft. "Look at you, little one."
I can't look at me. I'm too busy looking at him. He's beautiful as he pleasures himself. His face is a mask of agony, his gaze swimming with bliss. He works his cock hard, tugging and pulling roughly. I think he likes it that way. Rough.
Do I? I don't know.
Watching him, I think I might. The thought of him inside me, pumping his hips like he is right now, snarling and cursing, groaning my name. His hand in my hair, his lips on mine. Yeah, I like that. I like it a lot.
"Andreas," I gasp, so dizzy with pleasure it's a little bit frightening.
"Don't you dare stop, Catriona," he growls. "You don't stop until you finish what you started, little one."
"I…I…" I try to tell him that it's too much, but the words get lost as a wave of pleasure buffets my body, my orgasm creeping closer, closer. So close I feel like I'm dancing on a razor-wire, spinning madly in circles as I try to keep from plummeting off the sides.
"Finish it," he commands.
I wail his name and let go, falling backward into bliss. Waves crash over me, dragging me down into a riptide of consuming pleasure. It's the most intense orgasm I've ever had. Somehow, I manage to keep my eyes on him, watching in a daze as he growls my name and throws his head back. His cock jerks in his hand, and then thick ropes of sticky cum land against my stomach and mound.