Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
I knew how to ride a dick.
I placed a hand over each of his and used them to anchor myself as I lifted up and rolled my hips, slowly sliding back down, taking him fully inside me with a low moan. I felt him twitch between my walls. Focusing solely on his cock, I took my time to find a rhythm that worked.
“Sì, just like that,” he praised, thrusting up every time I came down. I rode him faster, slowing when the hand on my hip snaked between my legs and began toying with my clit.
The grip on my throat tightened to the point tears began to form in my eyes. My leg muscles burned from exertion, and the sweat between my breasts trickled down the contours of my body. My moans grew silent as my breaths came shallow and fast. I pulled at his hand trying to tell him I couldn’t take anymore and found myself being shoved face-first into the pillows.
“Judas, I can’t,” I choked out.
“You will.” He knotted a hand in my hair and forced my cheek to the mattress.
“No,” I breathed out, trying to move backward.
“You don’t get to tell me no.” He thrust into me, forcing his dick as deep as it could go. I sucked in a sharp breath and curled my fists into the damp bedsheets. “We’re going to fuck until one of us passes out. If you go first, I’ll still be fucking you when you wake back up.”
My response died off as he began moving inside me again. Thrusting in and out with measured strokes at a steady tempo, I expected him to tire himself out.
My pussy grew wetter around him, another orgasm lingering out of reach. His own release had to be close. He started to fuck me even harder. His grip on my hair grew harsher, pulling at the long strands with every flex of his hips.
I felt his dick jerk and he cursed with an animalistic growl, continuing to fuck me through his climax. When the thrusts weren’t near as forceful and the grip on my hair loosened, I knew he was done. He stopped and slowly pulled out, causing me to bite my lip.
As if I were made of glass, he rolled me onto my back, keeping his body between my spread legs. I licked my lips and swallowed a few times trying to gather my bearings and regulate my heartbeat. Judas stared down at me. His body was slick with sweat and his hair sexily messed. He looked like every wet dream I’d ever had.
“You’re beautiful, Rhiannon. So fucking perfect.” He leaned down and slanted his mouth over mine.
I found the strength to lift my arms and take his face into my hands. I loved the feel of his skin—of him. His lips and the way he teased me into kissing them.
It was soft and slow, a stark contrast to everything else we’d just done.
When he broke it off, he placed another on my forehead. I expected him to get off me, but he began to kiss his way down my body, every few kisses dragging his tongue across my skin. His breath felt cool against my heated flesh.
“What are you doing?”
“Until one of us passes out,” he reminded me. “I’m far from finished with you, principessa. We have years to account for.”
I didn’t think he’d meant that literally. Apparently, he had.
Gripping onto my thighs, he spread me wider and continued to kiss his way lower. I could feel his come and mine between my legs.
“Judas,” I began to protest, losing all reservations when he placed his incredible mouth over my pussy.
His deep moan of appreciation after the first swipe of his tongue had my hands tangling in his hair.
“Watch me,” he demanded, his breath fanning over my sensitive clit.
I locked eyes with him and nodded, running my fingers through his silky locks. He gripped my thighs harder to keep them open, and slowly eased his tongue inside me.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
A repetitive melodic tone ruined any possibility of me sleeping in.
It was coming from right in front of my face. No longer sensing Judas in bed with me, I pushed the comforter down and squinted to see through the glaring sunlight flooding the room.
On the nightstand, a cellphone vibrated and continued to play an annoying as hell melody. I reached out and grabbed the phone, silencing what I quickly saw was a pre-set alarm.
I let the cell fall to the bed beside me and planted my forehead against the mattress. “Fucking, Judas,” I groaned.
My entire body was sore but in a good way. This was the kind of soreness that came from being thoroughly and pleasurably used. The man was like a machine. At some point, I had slipped away and when I came to it was on a pleasurable scream as he fucked me again.