Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“You look so dirty with your underwear around your knees,” he says in a low, lazy voice, stroking a hand over my back. “So willing like this, on your knees.”
The dirty talk makes my insides clench. I’m so needy it won’t take much to make me come.
He bends over me and presses hot, soft, decadent words to my ear. “Are you going to take me like a good girl?”
I whimper in response, long lost to the need he makes me feel.
“Is that a yes?” he demands, kissing the soft spot behind my ear.
“Yes,” I say in a breathy voice.
“All of me?”
I turn my head to look at him. His face is wicked, diabolic in his lust. He looks like both a devil and an angel, as if he may sprout horns and wings at once.
“Take me, Alex. Don’t make me wait.”
He grabs my face in a big hand, splaying his fingers over my cheeks, and steals a wet, sloppy kiss. “I like it when you tell me what you want.”
“You,” I say without hesitation.
“Yes,” he agrees, something dark flashing in his eyes, something that looks a lot like possessive satisfaction. “Only me.”
He releases my face to grab my hip. Taking his cock in one hand, he positions the crest at my entrance. Vividly remembering how big he is, I brace myself, locking my elbows and lifting my hips to offer more.
He moves forward carefully, slowly stretching me, but with my legs pressed together, the friction feels more intense. Despite how wet I am, I battle to take him. He inches forward and then slides back, using my arousal to lubricate himself as he slips deeper inch by inch.
When he’s fully inside me, we’re both breathing hard. I need him to move to find the release that remains out of reach, but he’s taking his time, rolling his hips instead of pumping. The circular movement stirs something inside. Somehow, it feels deeper and more unbearable than when he takes me hard.
I reach behind me and catch his wrist where he’s gripping my hip, urging him to move, but he lowers his chest over my back and palms a breast.
“Alex, please.”
“Shh.” He kisses the top of my spine. “I’ll get you there. Just let me enjoy you first.”
Enjoying me first means being buried deep inside me while he plays with my nipples and strokes my clit. It means pushing me to the edge and leaving me hanging until I’m certain I’ll go out of my mind. He appeases me with a few shallow strokes, giving me a teasing preview of what’s to come, all the while driving my need higher. It’s only when my arms give out and I catch myself on my elbows that he starts to pump his hips.
My vision blurs from the force of his thrusts. Sweet relief winds closer, coiling tighter. The rougher he gets, the softer my body goes around him. I scrunch the sheets in my fists as the pleasure climbs, winding me even tighter. A hot current of ecstasy runs all the way from the base of my spine to my toes.
I open my mouth on a moan and swallow a gasp when he rolls my clit between his fingers and increases his pace. “I’m going to—”
The rest of what I was going to say is lost as I orgasm. I go over the edge, not caring how far or fast I’m falling, because even as I go down, my body collapsing onto the mattress, his promise in my ears is a sweet compensation.
“I’ve got you.”
He covers me with his body, letting his heat wrap around me while keeping his weight on his arms. We stay like this, me in the safe cocoon of his arms with him buried inside me, until I drift off. I’m vaguely aware of the mattress dipping and a warm blanket replacing his heat. A short while later, the blanket lifts, and a warm, wet towel is pressed between my legs. The warmth is soothing, absorbing some of the ache.
It’s dark in the room. He must’ve switched off the bedside lamp to let me sleep. I can’t see his expression, but I can feel his meticulous attention as he undresses me like a doll. When I’m free from the restraining clothes and underwear, he pulls me against his body under the covers. His skin is damp and smells clean, like he’s had a shower.
“Rest,” he says, kissing the top of my head as he tugs me to his chest. “I’m not letting you go.”
I stiffen, all drowsiness fading at his words. Literally, they mean he’ll hold me for now, and maybe all through the night, but there’s an underlying darkness to his words, a nuance that hints at forever.
“Relax,” he coaxes, kissing my neck.
This is too important to let go. I utter an uncomfortable laugh. “If you put it like that, it sounds rather sinister.”