Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“Open your legs,” he whispered, dotting dangerously firm kisses down my neck. Tiny little sucks accompanied each one, and I had no choice but to obey as his fingers crept between my legs.
He cupped my pussy, stroking his fingers across the outside of my underwear. I flinched, responding to his touch, and dropped my chin to my chest as he took it one step further and slipped his hand inside my panties.
“Oh, Chloe.” He chuckled, and it vibrated across my neck. “You really did want this, didn’t you? Do you know how wet you are right now?”
Yes. I knew. Every inch of me throbbed between my legs, even more so as his fingers explored my wetness.
“No wonder you were moaning in your room last night.” He lightly pinched my nipple, rolling it between his finger and thumb. “Look how responsive your body is. Does the thought of me touching myself really turn you on this much?”
God, I wanted to smack him. I wanted to jerk my head up and headbutt this cocky bastard so hard I broke his nose, but I was completely and utterly at his mercy right now.
My arm fell from around his neck, and Theodore adjusted his stance, then slowly pushed one finger inside me. My body responded with my hips tilting instinctively into his touch.
His finger was longer and thicker than mine and felt infinitely better, and I let out a little, ‘Ah,’ of pleasure when he added a second finger.
I gripped the edge of the counter tighter as I melted into his touch. Every way my body moved; Theodore moved with me. His erection pressed into me harder and harder as he moved his fingers inside me, and I bent forwards, pressing my arse back into him.
He finally released my breast, only to curve his fingers around my neck once more and straighten my back. “Ah, ah,” he murmured into my ear, pushing his fingers deep inside me and eliciting another moan. “If you’re going to bend over like that, my fingers won’t be the only things inside you tonight.”
My legs trembled, and I was almost sure that the only thing keeping me as upright as I was right now was Theodore’s firm grip on me.
Sure, if my legs gave out there was a good chance I’d be choked to death, but it was a risk I was willing to take.
Even if it wasn’t, I was too far gone. Every stroke of his fingers inside me brought me closer to the peak of pleasure, especially when he slid them out of my pussy and up to my clit. It was an endless cycle of torment where each touch was simultaneously too much and not enough, but when he finally broke it and rubbed my clit, letting the pleasure roll through me, I could no longer take it.
I moaned as my knees buckled. I only just managed to recover my stability, but I dropped my chin to my chest, squeezing my eyes shut.
Shit.
What had I just done?
What had I just let him do?
I couldn’t even blame this on him. He’d made it clear that he’d respect my no, but I’d said yes. He’d asked, and I’d clearly said yes to him touching me.
And now…
“Shit.” Theodore’s voice was little more than a mumble against my hair. “Don’t move.”
I swallowed. “Wh—why?”
“Because I have two heads, and right now, I’m trying to make sure I think with the right one. If you move, I can’t promise anything.”
“I think it’s a bit late for that,” I muttered.
He froze. “You’re right. Fuck it. Can you walk?”
“I had an orgasm, not an amputation. I can walk just fine.”
“For now.” He released me and grabbed my wrist, yanking me after him. I stumbled with the sudden movement, but quickly regained my footing and allowed myself to be dragged through the cottage to the stairs.
Despite my proclamation, my legs were indeed a little unstable, and I almost tripped over my own feet on the way up the stairs.
“What are you—”
Theodore stopped right outside his bedroom door and pulled me against him, snaking one arm around me and tightly clamping my body to his. “Per our agreement, I’m giving you permission to enter my bedroom on the grounds of an emergency.”
An emergency? Was he high?
“What kind of emergency could you possibly have right now?” I asked.
He shoved open the door and dragged me inside, sweeping me across the room until we reached his bed. He released me, and the sudden motion sent me off balance. I fell back on the edge of his bed with a little, “Oomph!” and he leant over me, placing his hands either side of my hips on the bed.
He brushed his lips across my jaw. “What kind of emergency could I have right now?” he breathed into my ear. “That’s simple, Chloe. It’s the kind of emergency where I might die if I can’t fuck you right now.”