Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Holy shit. For a moment I really thought he was going to feed.
And yet somewhere in the back of my mind…it’s almost like I wanted that.
He intensifies his licks, his tongue sliding lower, lapping at the wetness gathering between my thighs, making me writhe with quick flicks of his tongue, making me want to moan. He’s fucking me with his mouth, eating me with deliberation, the hungry growls, making me hotter and wetter and more desperate for him. It’s like none of last night happened and he’s doing this for the first time, like I’ve spent my whole life waiting for it.
“Please,” I breathe, twisting around, wishing my hands were free so I could grab his head and push his mouth into me harder, wishing I could watch. It’s painful.
“So polite,” he says pulling away for a moment, then dropping his mouth to my cunt again and I’m not expecting the long slow lick he gives me, the sensation making me cry out, the pleasure so intense. I feel like I might come just from that one hard pass of his tongue.
“Oh God,” I moan. I’m going insane.
It takes a few more minutes of torturously soft licks and kisses before he finally adds his fingers, sliding deep inside me, the burn and stretch more delicious than I remembered.
He presses his fingers against the wall of my G-spot, his mouth coming back to my clit. He sucks on the sensitive flesh and pulls at it with his teeth, the sharp pinch of pain making me whine. I can feel a wave of pleasure building inside me and it’s so intense that I don’t know how I’ll make it without going insane
“Please,” I whisper again, feeling wild and lost, so beyond my control. “I’m so close. Keep doing that, please.”
“Don’t come until I tell you,” he says, sliding his mouth away and adding a third finger. “You don’t want to be a bad girl, do you?”
I don’t fucking know at this point, I’m not sure what the hell kind of punishment he would dole out to a bad girl if he does this to a good one.
“Oh fuck,” I cry out, feeling myself stretch to accommodate him, my hips trying to thrust up, my feet curling against the bed. “Please. Please, more, I’m so close.”
“Not yet, my dove,” he murmurs, slowing his pace, his fingers circling slowly inside me. “Not until I let you.”
“But I can’t hold on,” I cry out, feeling tears of frustration as I approach the edge again and again.
“I want you to come on my lips and then I want you to come on my cock,” he says and then sucks at my clit until I’m bursting, my orgasm pulling me apart.
“Fuck!” I come hard, the world going white—white heat, white explosions, white waterfalls, white stars and I feel him move, his body shifting, and then he’s on top of me and it’s his cock that fills me instead of his fingers, shoving his hard, stiff length deep inside me while I’m writhing.
His weight is heavy, pushing me into the bed and I’m coming around his cock now, pulsing around his shaft. I feel his cheek slide against mine and his mouth on my ear, smell his breath of peppermint and espresso, feel it on my face. He’s doing this slowly, fucking me with careful deliberation, and igniting my inner fire, keeping it smoldering so I can’t go out. Every slow thrust of his cock inside me makes me more desperately crave the next, I feel like I’m getting fucked by a phantom, all this darkness around me.
“You want to keep going until you’re raw and you can’t feel a thing anymore?” he whispers against my ear. “You want to keep fucking me until you won’t be able to walk straight? Until you’ll think about my cock between your legs every time you sit down?”
I’m close again, so close it’s agony.
“Yes,” I moan, my hips lifting to meet his every thrust. He’s smirking against my ear, his breath warm and wet. “I want you to come inside me.”
“I am going to come inside you,” he says, his voice like warm honey. “My first load will be in your cunt and then the next will be in your ass and then the rest will be coming out of your mouth.”
Dear lord. What did he say? My eyes spring open against the blindfold, but of course I see nothing.
“But first, I’m going to make you see the universe,” he says, and I feel him shift over me, his hand going to my throat. “You know I could damage your windpipe if I press right here,” he says as he presses his palm down on my trachea.
I instantly panic, starting to squirm, pulling at the restraints above my head, my fight-or-flight instantly triggered.