Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Am I scaring you?” he asks when he gets to the end of the bed. “I don’t think I can slow down. Maybe if you hadn’t run from me I could. But when you did that, you awoke something deep inside me I didn’t even know was there. It’s consuming me, and I have a feeling it won’t stop until it consumes you as well. Until it knows you’ll never run from me again. Until it knows you’re bound to me in every way.”
I drop down and crawl towards him, not scared of him at all. When I reach the end of the bed I wait. I like the idea that I had the power to wake something up inside him. “What do we need to do to make that happen?” I ask as I get back up on my knees. The tulle of my dress is bunching up all around me.
“Show me you’re mine. Bare yourself to your king.”
His words send a thrill through me. He belongs to me just as much as I belong to him. I dip one shoulder and let the strap fall down my shoulder. Then I reach for the other, letting the top of my dress fall below my breasts. He reaches out, softly brushing my hair back to give himself a better view. His bright blue eyes travel over me, and I want to give him more. I like watching his eyes turn darker with need.
I reach down and slide my skirt up my thighs, spreading my legs farther apart for him. He sucks in a breath, and a sound from deep in his chest fills the room. He falls to his knees in front of me, and his fingers go to my thighs. I watch as he traces the remnants of his branding, which still coats my thighs from the first time we made love.
“Are you hurt?” he asks, and it’s then I see a small smear of blood on my inner thigh.
“I wouldn’t say hurt,” I admit. “I ache.”
I try to move a little closer to the end of the bed without falling off. I had some pain before, but it’s long gone, and this achy need overrides everything else. His mouth is so close to me, and I want it on me. The ache is turning into a throb. I can feel my nipples tighten even more.
He leans in a little more, lightly kissing one thigh then moving to the other. I can’t pull my eyes away from him on his knees in front of me, kissing me so softly. So sweetly.
“Karim,” I plead.
“Call me King.”
“My King. Please. I need you.” A growling sound fills the room, and his mouth is on me. I fall back onto the bed, my legs spreading wide for him. His big hands grab my hips, pulling my bottom all the way to the edge of the bed as he begins devouring me. It feels like his mouth is everywhere, and I scream out as he takes me over the edge, but he doesn’t stop. The pleasure becomes too much. I try to jerk away, but his hold is unbreakable as he keeps eating at me, sending me over into another orgasm even more intense than the last.
“I don’t think I can take any more,” I pant, not even sure if I’m stringing a sentence together.
“I can’t stop. You taste like both of us. You taste like you belong to me,” he says against me before going back to making love to my body with his mouth. My back comes off the bed as I feel another orgasm rip through me, right before I pass out cold.
10
Karim
“Fuck,” I moan in my sleep. The feeling of wet heat on my cock wakes me up, and the vision I open my eyes to nearly kills me.
Giselle slides her wet pussy down on my length and then sits up, pressing all of her weight on me. I reach up, taking her lush tits in both hands and pinching her nipples.
“I like waking you up,” she says as she circles her hips.
“I like you waking me up.” I moan at the feel of her tight cunt wrapped around me. My balls ache to cum inside her, and I don’t know how long I can last. “Be still, sweet princess. I don’t want to spill too soon.”
I run my hands down her stomach and rounded hips. She bites her lip and shakes her head as she begins to move her full, soft body on top of me.
“Please,” I groan, and close my eyes. I can’t look at her while she does it, so I try to think of baseball or something besides the goddess riding my cock. “You’re going to kill me.”
“I like making you lose control.” There’s heat in her words, and I grit my teeth, trying not to imagine her honey-brown hair falling around her in waves.