Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“It was more shocking than painful.”
His lips thin and I can tell he’s disappointed in himself. He finishes cleaning me off and goes to the bathroom to get rid of the washcloth. I take the time to pull on my nightshirt and strip the sheets.
When he comes back, I’m in the process of tugging a new, clean fitted sheet onto the bed. Silently, he goes to the opposite corner and helps me pull them tight. It’s as he is bending over to grab the flat sheet that goes on top that I notice he’s sporting a huge erection. It’s heavy weight bobs in the air.
Lust thuds in my veins. How can I want him again?
His breath hitches. He shakes his head. “No. Get in bed, Bit.”
I push my lower lip out. “Don’t wanna.”
“Get in bed,” he orders in a harsh voice.
I can’t suppress my shiver of delight. I flash back to that scene in Secretary when Lee’s stretched across Edward’s desk and how her face grows more satisfied with each slap. “What are you gonna do? Spank me?”
His eyes snap. “Don’t test me, Bit.”
But I want to. I want to push his limits until he loses all control again and again and again. I want him to be free with me like he’s never been before or will be with anyone else.
I drop my hand to the hem of my nightgown and dip my head down coyly. “I’m scared of the dark, Leka. What if a monster comes for me? I don’t know what to do. Should I run? I should I let him take me?”
A growl rumbles through the room. “Over my dead body.”
“What if the monster tries to take off my nightie?” I inch the white fabric up until the valley between my legs is clearly visible. “What if he tries to touch me here?” I use my other hand to press against my throbbing clit. “I’ve only ever had you there.”
His nostrils flare and a red, angry flush appears on the top of his high cheekbones. “And you’re only ever gonna have me there.”
“But what if he—”
I don’t even get to finish my sentence before he’s by my side, flinging me onto the mattress.
“You’re my girl now, Bit. You saved yourself for me.” He wrenches my legs apart. “You gave yourself to me.” He lifts my hips up. “This pussy’s mine now.”
His mouth comes down on me like a hammer. The first lick across my seam is a shock. I didn’t realize how sensitive it is down there. I didn’t realize how much I’d like this. In the porn Audie and I would read online, the girls loved being eaten out, but like everything I read, I wasn’t convinced it would feel as great as the writers made it out to be. It’s almost too good. I try to squirm out of his grip.
He breaks and arches an eyebrow. “You want me to stop?”
“No,” I cry, bereft without his magic tongue. “Don’t stop.”
He slaps my ass lightly. “Then don’t move.”
It’s a struggle. His touch sends me writhing. There are nerve endings between my legs I didn’t realize existed. With effort, I lean into the toe-curling pleasure, allowing the sensations to build like waves crashing against a dam, ready to batter the wall down. .
When he breaks away the next time, it’s to replace his tongue with a long, rough finger. I sob into the sheet as he strokes me softly.
“That’s right, Bit. That’s how it’s supposed to feel.”
“Like I’m dying?” I choke out.
He chuckles. That damn man laughs. “Yeah, just like that.” And then he slides in another finger. “You’re so pretty down here. Lots of contrast. Dark and light, pinks and purples. Like an exotic flower. And this here—”he pinches my clit—“whaddya call the center?”
“A-a-stamen?” I gasp out.
“Yeah. That.” He pinches it again and I almost lose consciousness.
This is nothing like the first time. This is leaving me aching and throbbing, hollow and full. I want more. Way, way more. But if I move, he’ll stop, and I don’t want this intense pleasure to end.
He adds a third finger and replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking my clit hard. My toes curl as a torrent of sensation explodes, filling every nook and crevice inside of me until I’m reduced to a sobbing, shaking, emotionally spent bundle of bones. But he doesn’t stop his onslaught. He flips me over on my back and drives into me.
I scream, but this time it’s not in pain. This time it’s glorious. This time it’s all pleasure. This time I figure out why people ruin their lives just to have another taste of this kind of euphoria.
He buries his mouth in my neck as he invades my body. He’s slower this time, more measured than before. I feel every luscious inch of him dragging across my enervated nerves. I tilt my hips up and match his rhythm—or try to.