Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"Nu-uh," he says, gripping my thighs to stop me. "Been dreaming about this pretty cunt for days. It's mine now. Let me see it."
I hesitate for only a moment before letting my legs fall open.
His gray eyes immediately lock onto my center.
"Look at you," he says again, running a single fingertip through my folds, causing me to jump and cry out, that little bit of contact hitting my system like a bomb blast. "All pink and wet and swollen for me."
I squeak in surprise when he once again hooks an arm around my waist and drags me across the bed, moving me easily. My ass dangles over the edge, but before I can worry about falling into the floor, he's there, dropping to his knees and tossing my legs over his broad shoulders.
"Cam!" I shout, gripping his hair in tight fists when he lunges, burying his face in my pussy faster than I can process. He isn't slow or gentle, easing me into it. He takes me like he means it, clamping his hands around my ass and pulling me into his mouth.
And that mouth…God, that fucking mouth.
Filthy sounds rip from deep within his chest as he eats me, devouring me like he's starving…until my juices drip down his chin. He presses one finger into me, and then another and another, stretching me, stroking against my g-spot. He's a force of nature, relentless as he works me over. He pulls my clit between his lips and sucks hard before thrusting his tongue into my opening and fucking me with it.
One keening moan after another falls from my lips. I'm right there, so close to catapulting over the edge. My body quivers, my inner muscles clenching in preparation of the coming explosion…and then he rips his mouth away from me.
I cry out at the sudden loss.
"Up," he growls, flipping me to my stomach and helping me to my hands and knees.
"Cam, please," I whimper, begging shamelessly for relief.
"What'd I say? You take what I give you." His hand comes down hard against my ass.
A wave of pleasure blasts through me. I jerk forward, stunned at the intense sensation ripping through me just because he smacked my ass.
"Easy," he murmurs, rubbing his palm over my stinging skin. "Told you I'm in charge here, baby girl." His hand comes down on my ass again, a little softer this time, but still hard enough to leave a sting and send another bolt of pleasure through me. He immediately soothes the undoubtedly reddened skin, massaging with gentle hands. "Do you have any idea how fucking furious I was when you disappeared?"
He's such a contradiction…sweet and gentle one moment, and then rough and wild the next. I love it.
"I spent half the night trying to track your ass down," he tells me. His hand comes down on my ass again, and then again. "I can handle most things, but not knowing if you were okay killed me, kitten. Don't put me through that again. Please."
That one word wrecks me in the best way possible. I have a feeling this man doesn't ask for much from anybody, and I doubt he ever has to say please to get what he wants. But he's pleading with me to give him this because he needs it. From me.
"I'm sorry," I sob, writhing in pleasure as he spanks my ass and whispers to me, telling me what he went through looking for me. It's too soon for him to care so much and yet…it's not.
His hand comes down against my ass a final time, and then he flips me onto my back again, yanking my legs up around his waist. His cock nudges at my entrance.
"Yes," I plead. My entire body is on fire. I need him inside me now.
"Are you on birth control?" he asks, running his cock through my folds, gathering wetness.
"Yes."
"I'll get a condom if you want."
I know I should tell him yes―a condom is safe and responsible―but I don't tell him that. I don't want safe and responsible. I want rough and wild. I want him, exactly as he is.
"I want to feel you," I confess. "Just you."
A soft growl rumbles in his throat. "I'm going to take you until you feel like you're going to break in half. And then I'm going to do it again," he warns me, and then surges forward.
"Oh, God." I claw down his arms, writhing beneath him, pain and pleasure mingling as he fills me. The flash of pain is short but intense as my hymen tears. Somehow, it drives me higher, makes me hotter. I love the way it burns.
"God can't help you now, kitten," he whispers, holding himself still to let me adjust to his size. His mouth seeks mine, his kiss soft and sweet despite his wicked words. "Are you okay?"