Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
And, God, I want it so badly. Even though I came twice, I want more. I'm achy and empty and utterly in need of him.
"Shepard," I breathe. "Please."
"Please what, princess?"
"Fuck me. Please." I can't remember our game. What I'm playing. If I'm trying to rile him or soothe him. But I don't care. I only care about getting his cock inside me.
"Please?"
"Please, sir. I want you inside of me. I want to feel you come."
He reaches back and unzips his slacks. "You want to feel me come?" he asks it again, but with a clearer voice. Almost a break of character.
It takes a moment to catch his meaning. We've talked about being safe. How we don't need a condom. But we haven't specifically outlined that. "Yes. Nothing else. Just you." My sex pangs. "Please. Sir."
He brings both hands to my hips, pulls them up, into the air. "You're greedy, princess."
"Yes, sir," I breathe.
He pulls me a little higher as he shifts a little closer. His cock brushes my sex. Just barely.
My entire body whines. I've never been so empty. I've never needed anything this badly.
He pulls back and does it again.
And again.
Then, without warning, he drives into me hard enough he pins me to the table.
I reach for something, but my wrists are bound. I try to spread my legs, but my dress is at my thighs. I try to arch my back, but he's already driving into me again.
Fuck. That feels so good.
His nails scrape my hip. Then the other hip. He holds me in place as he drives into me again.
My sex whines for more. But the table against my face? Ow. I turn my head to the other cheek, but it's no help. The same slick surface.
Shep shifts, doing something to his clothes.
He tugs at my wrists, at the tie holding them together, then he slips his suit jacket onto the table, and lowers me onto the fabric. "Turn your head."
I do.
He bunches the jacket, making a softer padding.
He sets me down gently.
Then he thrusts into me hard.
How can he be so tender and so rough at the same time?
How can I want both so much?
How can I—
Fuck.
His cock stretches me to my limit. Between the pressure and the promise of his words-
This is already more pressure than I can take.
He rocks into me again.
My body stretches to take him. It's a lot. Almost too much. But then that's not enough.
He does it again.
Harder and harder.
Until I groan loud enough to wake the neighbors.
He keeps that same perfect rhythm. He fills me with deep, steady thrusts. Winds the tension in my sex tighter and tighter.
My eyes close. My nails dig into my palms. My legs go slack.
Again and again.
Until I'm there.
I groan his name as I come. I reach for him, for anything, but the tie catches my wrists.
It pushes me further. Heightens the pleasure flooding my body, so I feel every bit of it in every single molecule.
Shep thrusts through my orgasm with that same steady pace, then he goes harder, faster.
His groans run together like he's part animal. Like he's completely out of control.
Then he's there, spilling inside me, growling my name as he comes.
He thrusts through his orgasm, giving me every single drop.
When he's finished, he undoes the tie binding my wrists. He peels my dress to my legs. Then he lifts me, holds my body against his chest, carries me to the bathroom in the hall.
He helps me clean up. Helps me into my clothes.
Kisses me hard. Kisses me like he loves me as much as he needs me.
My head spins. But, right now, I don't care. Right now, my entire world is a place of pure ecstasy.
Because I am his. And he is mine. It's only like this. But that's all I want.
It's all I can want. Because it's all I can have.
So I find my footing as I take his hand and follow him to the elevator and into the limo.
And I smile as he rolls up the privacy screen and looks at me with that fire in his eyes.
"Get on your knees, princess. I'm going to come in that pretty mouth."
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jasmine
"You look so pretty." Lizzy jumps from her chair. Then skips—actually skips—to meet me. She throws her arms out in a hug.
"You too." I squeeze her tightly. "Grown up."
She releases me with a smile. Smooths her dress. It's pure Lizzy. A deep purple fit and flare that's equal parts cute and sexy.
It's also… affordable. From one of those trendy sites that sells vintage inspired clothes for a hundred-something dollars.
Sure, that's beyond the budget of most college students. But it's not exactly the four-figure price tag of the dress I'm wearing.
Nick doesn't seem to notice. Or maybe he doesn't care. I can't tell. He's always been careful about appearances. And about following rules.