Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
That’s power. That’s pleasure. It’s a kind of control I’ve never had in my life. Men usually run from me.
But Declan looks at me like he can’t escape.
I go faster, sucking hard. I want to ruin him. I want him to feel so good he can’t think. His low, masculine moans are my ruin and my bliss. I reach between my legs, teasing my pussy with my fingers and start whimpering as I suck him faster.
“Did I say… you can touch… yourself?” He can barely form a sentence. He reaches down and wraps his fingers through my hair. “Did I say you could stroke that pink pussy?”
I don’t care. I suck him more. I don’t bother responding. He growls and groans, and I can tell he’s close to breaking. I want him to shatter on my tongue. I want him to explode.
But instead, he pulls me back. I yelp in surprise. His face is blazing with lust and anger.
“Did I say you can touch yourself?” he snarls, dragging me to my feet.
“N-n-no, but—”
He grabs my wrist and bends my fingers to my mouth. “Suck them clean.”
I whimper in shock, but I do as he says. I lick the taste of my pussy from them, going slow.
“Good girl,” he says and turns me around so I’m pressed to the glass again. His cock teases between my legs, his tip right against my aching, swollen entrance. “I want to feel every inch of you, Casey. I’m not going to come until you’ve broken for me. You tried, but you failed.”
“I didn’t… I’m getting what I really want.”
He laughs, gripping my hair tighter, and slides himself deep between my legs.
Holy crap.
He’s so big. It hurts at first. But I took him recently and I know I can again. He fills me to the brim and this time he’s not gentle. He fucks me, thrusting in deeper, one hand squeezing my breasts and the other pulling my hair.
I’m thoroughly taken. There’s no other way to think of what he does to me. He fucks me hard, filling me to the brim, and I’m mindless with how good it feels. I can barely breathe and all I want is him to keep going, to fill me and fuck me, to tease me and take me, until there’s nothing left but ecstasy.
“Look out at that city… that city is all ours, baby… all fucking ours… and if you give every inch of your beautiful little body to me… I’ll reward you a thousand times. Over and over, every night. I’ll reward you until you’re sore and begging for more. I’ll fill your pretty mouth with cum, fill your pretty pussy with cock, I’ll fill you until you’re overflowing. All of you is mine, Casey, every fucking inch. You’ve been mine since the day I saw you.”
I can’t take it anymore. The relentless way he fucks me, his trembling voice in my ear, the cool glass against my stiff nipples, it’s overwhelming. It’s all too much. I whimper and beg him to let me come, beg him to keep going, and he gives me what I want with a simple flick of his fingers across my clit.
I shatter into a million pieces. I break down right there against the window as he fucks me into submission. But he doesn’t stop this time. He keeps going, fucking me until the orgasm is almost too much. I feel him stiffen and hear his roar as he finishes too, thrusting rough and deep again and again, breaking down into mumbles and moans as his lips kiss my back and shoulders and his hands squeeze my breasts.
He turns me around. I expect him to say something but he only kisses and holds me tight. I’m sweaty and he smells like heaven. My head’s spinning and I feel so tired.
“Let me put you to bed,” he murmurs, tugging me along behind him. “Come with me, baby.”
“Wait.” I hesitate, not following. He holds my hand but doesn’t pull.
I needed this. I needed him. The sex seems to have cleared something in me. Or at least it eased some of my pain for a while. But do I want to cross this line? Do I want to let him fuck me and go sleep in his bed after?
That means more than just something physical.
Sex is one thing. But I’m not ready for anything else. I’m afraid that if I cross the line, there’s no turning back.
Slowly, he releases my hand. “You don’t want to come with me.”
“It’s not that.”
“We’re married. You can sleep in my bed.”
“I know. I just—” The disappointment in his gaze hurts me. But I don’t let what he wants change what I need. “It’s better this way.” I turn and start gathering my clothes. I finally feel naked, even though I’ve been stripped for a while.