Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
I stripped off my clothes so fast, I could have set some sort of record. He gave me a playful push, and I let myself fall onto the bed. Of course, it would be as soft and comfortable as it was huge.
He pulled his shirt over his head with one hand and tossed it aside, climbing over me on top of the black duvet. “Are you ready to get fucked, princess?”
I spread my legs in invitation, hooking my calves around his back. “May I come, my dragon?”
“Oh, you may.” He reached between us and unzipped his jeans. When the wide head of his cock entered me, I hissed a little at the residual soreness from the night before.
“Does that pretty little pussy hurt?” he asked, rocking his tip back and forth.
“A little.” I bit down on my lip. Even though I was dripping wet from the car ride, it made sense that taking that many dicks would wear me out. My voice had been raspy all day from the strain on my throat, so I wasn’t sure why I’d assumed my pussy would be any different.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I lifted my pelvis and took him in deeper, crying out at the burn. Did I want him to stop? “No.”
He’d warned me before that it would be hard and fast, but he moved slowly, studying my face for any sign of further discomfort. But I wanted him so bad, I didn’t care. Centimeter by agonizing centimeter, he sank deep and stilled inside me. He covered my throat with his big hand, thumb digging into my jaw. “You’re going to come on my cock, princess. Just like this.”
He flexed inside me but otherwise didn’t move.
I moaned and tried to get some friction, but he tutted his disapproval, flexing his cock in a teasing rhythm. His lips covered mine, and the heat of his skin mad me feel all of the hours we’d spent clothed and not touching.
We were in the real world now. There were bound to be many more hours like that. How would I survive? My hunger for his body was scarier than the view from his apartment.
No, not his body. Being with him was intoxicating. Even something as simple as resting my head on his shoulder to sleep during the flight had been thrilling. The short part of his normal life I’d seen so far was turning out to be fascinating. I wanted to know all of him.
I wanted him to know all of me.
“Make yourself come, princess.” He tightened his grip on my jaw . “Look me in the eye while it’s happening.”
My fingers already ached from the car ride edging. My clit was irritated and mistrustful of my intent at this point. It took a moment to convince my body that this one would be the time.
Thumb stroking my jaw, he pressed his lips to my temple and whispered, “Remember, every one of your orgasms is mine. And I want this one now. Give it to me, princess.”
His words convinced me. With ample proof. I braced my feet flat on the mattress and pushed up, going rigid with a strained moan before my free fall into excruciating bliss. My legs collapsed from under me, every muscle jumping, hips bucking futilely as he pinned me to the bed.
“Another,” he demanded, and I sped my fingers up. Lost in his gaze, I never fully came down. I spiraled out again.
“Good girl.” His voice was strained. Shuddering, he let go of my throat and pulled out. He climbed to his knees and took his cock in his hand. It only took a few tugs before he groaned and hot fluid splashed across my vulva.
He pushed his hair back and caught his breath before lying beside me. With a gentle hand, he tipped my face toward his and caught my lips. Brushing his nose against mine, he whispered, “Are you satisfied, princess?”
My eyes drifted closed, though I tried to keep them open. I could only nod and wave a weak hand.
He laughed and kissed me again. “Do you need anything?”
I shook my head. “Just a little catnap.”
And then I passed entirely out.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
(Matthew)
“Good morning, princess,” I said as Charlotte entered the room. She rubbed the side of her head like she had a hangover, but we hadn’t done any drinking before she’d fallen asleep. “I didn’t realize that when you said ‘catnap,’ you meant a very old cat. Or a very dead one.”
She stuck her tongue out at me and squinted at the windows. “What time is it?”
“Eight-thirty.” I grinned. “You slept for thirteen hours. I wonder what tired you out.”
“Sorry, Mr. Ego, but it was the travel.” She came to sit across the corner of the breakfast table from me, like she had back at Ascend Red. And when I thought about it, we always slept on the same sides of the bed.