Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Sophia…” he groans like a man in pain, and then I’m being lifted off my feet.
His hips fit between my thighs and something hard presses against me.
I arch instinctively and wrap my arms around his neck as another spike of unexpected pleasure slices through my body.
The kiss broken, his voice sounds rough, breathless, as he tries to say, “Sophia, I—"
Tugging his head back down, I cut him off. Using my lips to smother whatever it is he wanted to say.
I don’t want to talk right now.
I don’t want to risk him ruining everything I’m experiencing.
Because I’m close now… So close to that elusive thing I didn’t know I need, but now know I can’t live without.
And I’ll have it, one way or the other.
Even if I have to take it from him.
He tries to pull away again, pushing against the arms I’ve wrapped around his neck.
Nails scraping up to his head, I yank hard and pull him right back.
He owes me this, goddammit.
Owes me for all the shit he’s put me through.
And I’ll be damned if I let him push me away and walk away again.
He may have started this, but I’m going to finish it.
I’m literally going to take my pound of flesh as payment.
Making a sound of frustration, he grinds his erection against me and kisses me back roughly. His lips mashing against me with a hint of teeth.
He may be trying to punish me, but it only excites me, causing little tingles to spread across my skin.
Thighs tightening around him, I roll my hips, grinding back. Rubbing my clit against the hard cock stabbing through his sweatpants.
“Fuck,” he manages to rasp before I cut him off again.
Shoving my tongue as far as I can down his throat, I chase this growing hunger for something more.
Something just out of reach that will magically make everything bearable again.
We spar back and forth, fighting each other with our tongues, lips, hips, and teeth. Until his hold on me suddenly tightens.
Hefting me up, he spins away from the door and starts to carry me.
My ankles lock and I stiffen with a little trepidation.
But his strength doesn’t waver.
One hand tangled in my hair, holding my head in place, his other grips my ass. Still kissing me, he walks with confidence, as if he knows even without looking exactly where he’s going.
After two dozen or so steps, he shoves me up against a wall.
His hand leaves the back of my head long enough for me to come up for a breath of air.
Then his hand returns, pulling my mouth back to his.
Vaguely, I’m aware of a door slamming against a wall, but then he’s hefting me back up and spinning. Kissing me with greedy desperation.
Trusting he knows where he’s going now, I give myself fully to all the sensations.
With his arms tight around me, I’m free to let go of everything. Free to shed this skin I’ve been suffocating in.
He takes a few more uncounted steps and then he sets me on something soft. Breaking the kiss only long enough to rip my shirt over my head.
Then, with his mouth, he pushes me down, his hands grabbing at the waistband of my leggings.
He kisses me long and deep before his lips trail down to my neck. I grab at his head, trying to pull him back, but he growls and roughly shakes me off.
I hesitate for only a second before trying again.
Finding the most tender, sensitive spot on my throat, his teeth sink into me as he yanks my leggings down.
I arch with a surprised moan as that spot vibrates all the way to my clit.
He licks at the spot he nipped and then his mouth moves on. Traveling further down. Finding my breast.
Hovering above me, his breath hits me first, the warmth filling me with an anticipation that causes my nipples to tingle and tighten.
Then he makes a strangled sound and his mouth covers me, hot and wet.
His hand grabs my other breast, squeezing, as he hungrily licks and sucks on me. Liquifying my insides until I’m a moaning, squirming, mess.
It’s torture. Pure torture. All I want is for him to be inside me. To fill me up. To make me whole for a little bit.
But it feels so damn good, I can’t stop him.
By the time he’s finally done paying each breast equal worship and rising above me, I’m half-mad with need.
My entire body pulsing in time with the throbbing and clenching of my core.
Reaching down, his movements are almost frantic as he shoves his sweatpants down.
Then he’s covering me.
There’s something so sinfully decadent and intimate about all of his naked skin against my skin that my mind blanks out for a second.
Then I feel him there, where I need him most.
Nudging my knees apart, he takes himself in his hand and slides the crown of his cock through my lips.