Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125465 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 627(@200wpm)___ 502(@250wpm)___ 418(@300wpm)
And I swear I’m glowing bright enough to light up the room.
“Good girl.” He strokes the back of my head, still holding it in his gentle, protective grip. “I knew you’d do well when the time came. You were made for me. That sweet mouth took my cock so perfectly.”
Before I can think of anything to say—this is still so new, I don’t want to say anything stupid or awkward—he’s off the bed, grinning, tucking himself into his pants again.
I bite my lip, confused and unsure of what happens next. His cum is beginning to dry on my chin, and I’m starting to wonder if he plans on leaving me this way. Is this all a part of the game? Another way of controlling me? I’m not sure how it makes me feel.
I’m about to call out to him, to voice my questions, when he returns with a cloth in hand. “I knew it would be like an explosion when I finally had your lips wrapped around me,” he muses in a soft voice while he cleans my face. “But I didn’t expect there to be so much.”
He lowers the cloth, shining with pride that sends a lightning bolt of fresh sensation straight to my clit. “You did so well, angel.”
“Thank you. I wanted to be good for you. I didn’t want to disappoint you.” I beam.
“Oh, angel.” My heart soars when he runs the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “You could never. Not if you tried your hardest. I nearly came simply from the sensation of your lips being wrapped around me.”
This is the Ren I know. The Ren I missed with every beat of my broken heart. I’m home, finally, because he’s here with me.
I feel so full and happy that I can’t put it into words.
Something else keeps me from forming a sentence, too. Something that hasn’t eased in the moments since Ren came.
No. In fact, it’s worse than ever.
I lift my hips, whimpering pitifully. “Is there such a thing as blue balls for women?” I finally mutter in misery. “Because I think I have it. Please, help me. Make it go away.”
His brows lift in time with the amusement twisting his lips in a smirk. “You want a little relief? Did tasting my cock get you all worked up?”
“Yes.” Because what’s the use of pride at a time like this? I’m dying, I’d swear it, dying from arousal that’s crossed the line into pain. “Please, god, it hurts. Please touch me. Make me come.”
Before he can respond, I blurt out, “Fuck me, Ren.”
I don’t know where it came from. I didn’t mean to say it. Like deeper wisdom forced it out of me. Because that’s what I really want, deep down inside. I want to feel him inside me, locked with me. I want to feel like I’m his, body and soul. I need it. I’ll die without it.
The same dark need I saw earlier flashes across his face again, and for a heartbeat, I’m sure he’s going to give me what I need. I don’t even care that my hands have gone numb, and my shoulders are going to hurt like hell by the time I can move my arms again. He’s finally going to fuck me, to claim me.
Thank god. There’s no silencing the groan of misery that comes from deep inside me when he shakes his head.
“No, angel. Not yet. I won’t fuck you like this.”
“But it hurts,” I whine in a voice I hardly recognize. Can’t he see what he’s doing to me? Of course he can, and he likes it.
And, dammit, a part of me likes it, too. Even if the rest of me is not a fan.
“Don’t worry.” His eyes twinkle as he reaches into his back pocket. “I didn’t forget about you. I knew giving me pleasure would turn you on. You’re a bad girl, after all, angel.”
My eyes widen at the sight of a silver device. Small, shaped like an elongated egg, with a slim cord and control knob attached to one end. I’ve seen them before, but I’ve never used one.
“Is that a vibrator?” I ask with my heart in my throat.
“It is, and it’ll keep you feeling good while I go and cool off. If I don’t, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you now.”
Before I can beg him again to do just that, he yanks the sweatpants down to my knees and spreads my thighs. The cool air against my hot skin leaves me arching my back, almost sobbing in pleasure so intense it’s closer to pain. It wouldn’t take long to make me come now.
Why won’t he give me what I need?
I can’t see the vibrator anymore, but I feel the pressure as he inserts it into my sopping pussy. It slides in easily, thanks to how wet I am.