Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 129756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 649(@200wpm)___ 519(@250wpm)___ 433(@300wpm)
Untying the knots on her thong, he let it drop to the floor and cupped her pussy hard. “Mine.” He slipped his finger between her warm folds, rubbing her clit just right. And there was that smoky little moan he loved. “Let’s see if we can get you to make that sound again.” He caught her clit between two fingers and slid them forward, stroking both sides of the little nub. “Yeah, there it is. Good girl.”
He kept on playing with her clit, his eyes drawn to the way her breasts heaved with each ragged pant. His head spun as the heady scent of her need drifted up to him and poured into his lungs. His cock thickened even more. Raging hard, it pushed against his fly and dug into her back.
Dominic dipped his head and grazed her pulse with his teeth. “Shall I let you come before I fuck you?”
“You’d better.”
“Hmm. Not sure you deserve it. You knew I’d be rock hard all day if you wore that tank, but you did it anyway. And as we were at the picnic, I couldn’t even sneak off somewhere with you and do something about it.”
Mila’s breath caught as he clamped his mouth over his claiming mark and sucked. “You liked that, though. Delayed gratification is your thing, not mine.” She was a cat, after all.
“There’s delayed gratification, and there’s plain teasing your mate for your own amusement.” He slid his hand up to her throat and collared her, brushing his thumb over her pulse. “You made me wait, so why shouldn’t I make you wait?”
“Because I’ll stab you in the balls if you do.”
His lips twitched. “No, I don’t think you will,” he said, herding her toward the plush chair. “But just in case you’re tempted to try it . . .” He bent her over the arm of the chair, smiling at her outraged gasp. “There, that works.” Before she could start cursing or complaining, he drove two fingers inside her, grinding his teeth as her tight pussy squeezed them. “So hot. So ready for me.” But he wanted her pussy to be dripping with need for him.
Mila’s eyes fell shut as her world narrowed down to the two fingers tunneling in and out of her. They sometimes paused to swirl around or trace little circles over her G-spot, but then they’d go back to plunging deep.
Her pussy throbbed and ached for more. Need was roaring through her. Fast. Wicked. Electric. It licked at her skin until her nerve endings were on fire. “Dominic—”
“You need to come, I know.” He’d felt her arousal build. Felt her anticipation prickle at her patience. She was aching for more—he could sense that too. And he loved knowing and feeling what he did to her.
He thrust his fingers faster, harder. Pushed her toward an orgasm he had every intention of denying her. Just when it was about to sweep over her, he withdrew his fingers.
“Son of a bitch.”
He brought his hand down hard on her ass. “Not nice.”
“Ask me if I give a f—” Mila inhaled sharply as the thick head of his cock pushed inside her, stretching her quaking inner walls. Oh God, this was what she needed. His long, thick shaft slowly sank into her, filling her up.
He gripped her shoulders and slammed home, sending the breath whooshing out of her lungs. Jesus. And then he was roughly jackhammering into her pussy. Fuck, she was going to be sore later. Not that she cared. Not when it felt so damn good.
She tried pushing back to meet his thrusts, but his lower body pinned hers in place, forcing her to take what he gave. Her moans mixed with his throaty little snarls and the sound of his balls slapping her ass.
Dominic scored his nails down her back, groaning as her inferno-hot pussy greedily clasped and squeezed his cock—just as he’d known it would. Over the years, he’d learned how much pain she liked with her pleasure. Learned what little tricks made her breath hitch and her inner muscles grip him like a vice. She knew some tricks of her own, but she truly didn’t need to use them. Honestly, just the succulent scent of her need made him half-crazed for her.
Brutally hammering into her, Dominic traced the bud of her ass with the tip of his finger. “I want this again.” He’d taken it many times over the years. Claimed it as his own over and over. And he’d come to learn that she had a quick trigger when it came to anal play. “Don’t come until I say you can.”
Mila gasped as a wet fingertip circled the bud of her ass and then gently pushed inside. Her claws sliced out, tearing into the upholstery of the chair. He drove his finger deep into her ass over and over. Soon he added a second. Not long later came a third. The whole time, his cock kept on slicing into her pussy, winding her tighter and tighter until every nerve ending felt raw.