Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
His touch gave me no quarter. I couldn’t escape from the deep waves of pleasure that already built from his simple, insistent stroking. He teased and caressed parts of my body that had never been touched so thoroughly, so pleasurably. I clutched at the sheets, at his arms, at my own hair as I cried out in frustration and breathless anticipation. I moaned aloud and beat my fist into the bed, a tear leaking from the corner of my eye as I struggled to hold on to the sensation that teased and coalesced and then receded again until my body was taut, frantic for the one touch that would skyrocket me out of myself into a riot of pure ecstasy. As he strummed and plucked, playing my body like an instrument to draw lush screams out of me, I tried to keep my eyes open, to focus on his face, the way he moved and touched me. He was masterful, every sure touch taking me apart and serving my pleasure.
Each time he took me right to the edge and then backed away, I groaned or swore in an agony of frustration. It was almost intolerable when he withdrew his fingers from me, my soaking, quivering tissues clinging to his fingers as if to hold him there, to suck him back in my channel and milk him, to somehow make him serve me. I lifted my hips toward him, an indignant cry escaping my lips as I reached up and, with effort, curved upward to meet his mouth with mine.
“Ethan, please,” I whispered, beseeching against his lips. The way his breath worked in and out as if he were drowning, his heart pounding, made me feel a little better about the mess I was. All I needed, all I wanted was him, every thick inch of him to spread me and stretch me until I didn’t think I could take any more. Something like greed pulsed through me at the thought of drawing him in, trapping him by my will until I decided to ride him to my release and then let him go. I wanted to wring such pleasure from him that he forgot his name. Because he filled me to the point, I almost couldn’t stand it, surely I could tighten around him and grip him in a way that felt as otherworldly as the way he was edging me into madness.
“Now, please,” I begged him, my tongue tracing his lower lip as my whole body shook. He claimed the kiss, drove his tongue into my mouth in a way that made me go limp in his arms. He surged up into me, that broad cock tunneling into me with deep, fast thrusts until he was seated fully within me. My heart pounded and I couldn’t get my breath. I was so full of him I wasn’t sure I could even breathe. He’d stuffed me and even as I tried to adjust to his invasion, I loved it. Loved that he was too much for me, that just his penetration made my inner muscles quiver and clench uncontrollably as if he were short-circuiting every nerve in my body by shoving into me and hitting every pleasure center that I never knew I had.
He grabbed my hips and dragged me down the length of his cock and then back up it, working me onto his shaft as I watched. It glistened with the trail of my wetness, and I reached down between us to touch it in absolute greed. Mine, I thought, wanting it stuffed back inside me. Even as I loved the gleam of my juices coating his throbbing flesh, I wanted it inside me even more. I bucked my hips impatiently and he gave a light chuckle. He tried to tell me to be patient, but he didn’t have the breath to speak clearly. I loved that this was taking so much control from him as well. I would have hated him if it were easy and natural for him to tease me to the very brink of insanity.
As it was, by his third thrust, when he ground his pelvic bone into me, I made a helpless mewing sound as he rocked and stirred within me to hit every spot deep inside my pussy. The simple press of his thumb between us ignited my climax. It felt like eleven hundred rounds from a machine gun that kept firing. I willed it to stop so I could get my breath, so the clenching in my legs and belly would release before I cried out from pain. Nothing stopped it, wave after crushing wave of helpless pleasure crested over me until I tried to squirm away from his grip. I was out of my head at that point, just frightened of the pleasure he’d created in my body, the way it seemed taken over, not my own.