Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 104570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 523(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 523(@200wpm)___ 418(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
“That is the dare,” I remark, arching my body against his when his incredible fingers start doing something that shouldn’t be allowed, toying with my least favorite piercing at this moment since he turns it into a tool.
You’d think I hadn’t had sex in years, when it’s only been a month at most. Holy shit. Are those sounds really coming from me?
“Corbin,” I whisper, sounding much too damn needy.
His body shifts, but his fingers keep working, and suddenly I feel him pushing inside with a slow, agonizing pace, stretching me with each gradual inch. A moan mixed with a whimper passes through my lips as he pushes in to the deepest point, and my breaths grow harsh and heavy.
The double stimulation of his fingers moving over that sensitive bundle of nerves and him inside me… It’s almost too much, and I hate him for making this good. Hell, he hasn’t even started moving, and I’m already on the verge of—
My mind is shut off when his free hand fists in my hair, and I gasp a little embarrassingly as he forcefully turns my head. My eyes lock with his when he leans over my shoulder, defeating the logic I had of avoiding eye-contact.
He just holds me there, making me look into those pits of amber, and the connection becomes too strong as his hips begin to rock. His eyes almost close, but he forces them back open. Me? Fuck it. I can’t hold my eyes open. It’s too intense.
Every sensation of him inside me is so much better than I ever thought it could be. My heart is so damn invested that it seems to be fueling me, making it impossible to keep my head wrapped in reality.
His grip on my hair tightens, and he makes some guttural noise that verges on being a growl. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard, and I’ve never been so turned on in all my life.
This is hell.
He pulls out almost to the tip, and I cry out when he slams back in. Even with the condom on, I feel those incredibly smooth studs as they stimulate me more with each rock of his hips, rubbing against my walls in a way that has me cursing him and biting back true confessions.
My eyes clench shut even tighter as something heavy unfurls in my core—something explosive. It feels so good it almost hurts, and I fall off that edge, feeling myself clenching around him, and humiliating myself with how ungodly easy it was for me to get off.
Never have I ever had an orgasm so quickly or so intense, and I hate him for that.
His hand moves away from my center, and he grabs my hip while keeping his other hand firmly fisting my hair. I’m almost immobile now, and it only makes me ride out the orgasm that much longer as he takes sole control.
My head gets twisted around more, and suddenly lips are crashing down on mine. I moan into his mouth as his tongue seizes my mine and owns me as dominantly as his body. He keeps thrusting in and out like he’s a possessed man.
Our lips break apart, and he releases my hair to grab my other hip. I feel him leaning up, and his grip becomes the only thing keeping my ass in the air as he slams into me harder and harder.
I’ve always liked it rough, but Corbin’s version of rough… I’m overwhelmed, feeling too much all at once, and a small garbled cry escapes me when it happens again!
Two? No. No. No. He was supposed to be horrible in bed.
He keeps moving, making sounds that only fuel me, and I almost want to cry because the sensations assaulting me are all too much too soon. I can’t… I can’t…
His body tenses behind me, as though he knows I need mercy, and his fingers dig into my hips as he holds himself at the deepest point inside me. Unlike me, he’s silent when he comes, but I can feel the bruising grip he has on me, letting me know it’s just as intense as what I felt.
“Fuck,” he says on a long breath, as though that’s the only word in the world to describe what he feels, and I have no idea what it means.
My breaths are harsh, and my body goes limp as he slowly releases his hold on me. Shamelessly, I lay sprawled across my bed, staying on my stomach, as he pulls out of me, and I wince at the sensitivity and the immediate feeling of loss when he’s completely gone.
I can’t catch my breath, and there’s no way I can turn around and face him. How can I? It wasn’t possible to live up to the hype. Yet he mastered the impossible and blew my fantasies out of the water.