Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
"Let me come!" she demands.
"Give me what I want, and then you can." I flick her clit again, nuzzling my face against her pussy. I want her all over me. I'll wear her juices like a badge of honor.
She groans my name through gritted teeth, still resisting.
When I pry her cheeks apart and lick her little asshole again, her defenses crack and crumble. She jerks beneath me, flailing and desperate.
"Yes!" she shouts. "Yes, I love that I don't have all the control with you! I love knowing I don't have to hold back with you because you can handle me. I love driving you crazy just to see how far I can push. I love the way you look at me like you're desperate to make me obey. I love that I'm the only one you look at that way!"
I roar her name, burying my face in her pussy.
She shouts mine, coming all over my face. Her body convulses beneath me, a sharp cry of ecstasy echoing around the kitchen. I feel it vibrating in my balls, and I know we're not making it to bed before I'm inside her. We're not even making it out of the kitchen.
I rip through the fly of my pants, desperate to get inside her. My tongue is still buried in her. She's still shattering around me. It's heaven and hell, and I need more. Christ, I need so much more.
I haul her off the island onto my lap, her legs splayed wide around my hips. My dick slides through her folds, her juices coating me.
"I can't wait," I growl in her ear, trying to contain her as she squirms all around on my lap, unable to stay still.
"Get inside me," she begs, clawing at my shoulders. One hand wraps around my tie, yanking my mouth to hers. I know she tastes herself on my lips when she moans into my mouth.
I line up at her entrance, trying like hell not to come before I'm even inside her. She already feels too damn good. Jesus Christ, I'm not going to survive this. I'm going to die buried nine deep in heaven, fucked to death by the sweetest little pussy.
She hovers over me, the head of my cock notched at her entrance, and then pulls back to look at me. As soon as I see the determination in her eyes, I reach for her, but I'm already too late.
She slams herself down on me, taking me all the way to the hilt in one hard thrust.
We both shout as her ass lands against my lap.
"Fuck," I growl, yanking her head back with her hair wrapped around my fist. "I should spank your ass for doing that."
"W-why?" she pants, writhing on top of me—in agony or bliss, I'm not sure. Her eyes are so glassy and dilated, they're midnight. "You l-loved it."
She isn't wrong. She's wrapped around me like a vise, all tight, wet perfection, squeezing every inch of my cock. There's nothing about that I don't love, except for the part where I could have hurt her. That part kills me.
"Are you okay?"
"No."
My stomach twists into knots.
"I need you to move, Bastian. Now." She whimpers softly, squirming on me again. "Fuck me."
Jesus. She isn't in agony. She's in heaven. The knots in the pit of my stomach slowly unwind, allowing me to breathe.
"Take a minute, Constance. You could have hurt yourself."
"I'm fine," she insists. "It's not the first time–"
A lethal growl rumbles from my lips, irrational jealousy surging through me. "Do not talk about other men when I'm inside you."
Her eyes widen. "That's not what I meant. I told you that I've never been with anyone else," she says softly. "I wouldn't lie about that. No one has ever touched me. I've just…um…toys."
My hands tighten around her waist like that's going to keep me from fucking her into tomorrow. Visions of her getting herself off with a toy play like an erotic movie behind my eyelids. I need to see that. I would literally kill to see that.
"How many toys do you have?" I rasp.
"Two."
"How often do you use them?"
The blush creeping up her cheeks says more than I think she'd like me to know.
"When did you start using them regularly, baby?"
"A while ago."
"How long ago?"
Her gaze darts from mine and then back before she huffs. "Three months ago," she grumbles. "Is that what you want to hear? That I get myself off after work every freaking day, thinking about you?"
I lift her off my cock and then slam her down again. "You don't use them again unless I'm watching," I growl. "If you even think about using them without me, you'll pay for it."
"Fine," she snaps. "Then you aren't allowed to jerk off unless I get to watch."
"You think I'm going to object to that?" I nip her bottom lip, lifting and dropping her again. "I'll let you watch me anytime you want, Constance." I nuzzle her throat, breathing her in. She feels like a dream, only better. Real and vital. "But be prepared for the consequences."