Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
She trembled and shook, and she hung onto the edge of the desk like she was worried she might float away. Short gasps ripping from her lungs as she watched me wind them off the black high-heeled wedges she wore on her feet.
“Oh, God,” she choked, eyes wide in some kind of disbelief. Clearly shocked that she was sitting there like this. No question, this was completely out of bounds for her.
But I wanted to take her there. To a place she didn’t go. Remove her from reality.
I took her by the knees and spread her.
Nearly came at the sight.
Her pussy glistening and soaked.
Lust gripped me by the guts, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from pulling myself from my jeans and feeding her my cock.
Mouth watering, my tongue stroked out to wet my suddenly dry lips. “You drippin’ for me, sweet girl?”
Redness crawled up her throat and to her cheeks, though the single word cut into the dense, thick air. “Yes.”
“Good. Just the way I want you.”
Starting at her knee, I kissed a path up the inside of her legs.
Moving from one side to the other.
Showering them in slow, languid kisses.
“Why’s it feel like you are supposed to be right here? Right here at this moment?” I mumbled it at her flesh, not even sure where the inane words were coming from.
“I needed this. I needed you.” Her voice was a plea, and her hands were back in my hair, softer this time, whimpers tumbling from her lips as I moved higher.
I tucked myself up close to her, and I wound my arms under her legs and took hold of the tops of her thighs.
I paused for a fraction of a beat. Eyes going to hers for permission.
Hers burned and flamed and toiled in a way I didn’t quite understand, and I dove in, dragging my tongue through her tight slit.
She cried out, no restraint, just those fingers curling tighter in my hair.
Every inch of her throbbed with want.
I no longer hesitated. My tongue stroked out to get to that swollen bud.
I licked and lapped, driving her high, my insides a wreck because I wanted to take this so much further than she was ready to go.
Dick screaming in possession. My stomach twisted in a way it’d never been.
I smoothed my left hand around her leg, shifting so I could spread her wider, tongue still lapping at her clit.
Carefully, I pressed two fingers inside her tight, slick cunt. Her walls clamped around them.
“Needy girl,” I rumbled as I began to drive them deep, pulsing and stroking as I wound her into disorder.
In one instant, the woman came alive.
Light radiating around her.
Could feel it glowing.
A blinding storm that gathered from the depths of her being.
Didn’t take long to set her off. Her body winding into a vibrating, trembling knot of pleasure before that pleasure splintered apart.
A shout tore from her as the orgasm ripped through her body.
Streaking and shattering.
The walls of her pussy throbbed and pulsed as she gave herself over to the bliss.
Woman flying.
Soaring the way I’d promised.
She rode the wave of her orgasm forever, nearly levitating off the desk while she kept those hands firmly rooted in my hair.
Holding on as if she needed a buoy to cling to.
That’s what I wanted to be.
For tonight.
The one who showed her maybe things weren’t so bleak.
Aftershocks worked through her body, and I slowly peeled myself away so I could stare up at the way she glowed.
“Look at you. Blooming like a morning glory with the first rays of the sun. Coming out of the darkness and coming alive.”
She choked a surprised sound as she gazed down at me, toffee eyes wide and filled with shock.
Turbulence and confusion so clearly wracked her thoughts.
Old fears clawing at her consciousness and awe at what had just gone down carved into her expression.
And I wished I didn’t recognize it. Wished I didn’t see the trauma that had been scored deep inside her.
But I did.
I had seen enough in this twisted life to know.
She ran a trembling right hand through her hair, and she diverted her attention to the wall as she whispered, “Oh my God.”
It was the first time I saw the tattoo on the inside of her forearm.
Saw what was written in a dainty script near her wrist.
Find me in the darkness, bring me to the light.
I took her hand and brought her wrist to my mouth, lips caressing over the words as I murmured, “I would if I could, but I’m not worthy of that.”
What the fuck was I saying?
But my chest stretched full as I issued it, and this tenderness came across her stunning face. A puff of soft air from between those lips as she took the hand I was holding and set her palm on the side of my face. “That’s what you did. Tonight. You made me remember that I’m real. Alive. Even when it hurts.”