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)
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
(Charlotte)
In my dream, I was in the ocean. The water was like silk against my skin; when I gave a lazy, slow kick, it whirlpooled between my thighs and cascaded over my cunt. The sea was pure sensation, and every nerve responded to its touch.
I spread my legs wider to embrace the wet warmth that engulfed my clit. Gentle currents wriggled around me and inside of me, tiny waves urging the tide of desire in my veins. It ebbed and flowed, raising me toward the crest of each wave but never breaking over me.
Don’t come, I reminded myself. You’re not supposed to come.
But how could I hold off the entire ocean? It was too powerful.
Suddenly, the water became an insidious thing, pushing me farther and farther away from the shore. And the farther I drifted, the keener the pleasure became. I can’t come. I can’t come. That was the rule. I didn’t want to be punished again. I didn’t want to wait an entire day.
I tried to swim back, gripping handfuls of the water and twisting as I pulled myself away. Something heavy snagged my ankles and kept me down, and the swirling pressure against my clit became more intense.
I couldn’t get away from it. I was going to come, hard, and be punished for it. I tried to push myself up, tried again to pull myself away from the grips of the water.
But it was too late.
My cry of pleasure woke me at the very apex of my release. I wasn’t close to going over the edge; my feet had completely left the diving board. Matt was between my legs, the head of his cock barely parting me, studying my face. His own was smeared with shining wetness.
“Good morning, princess,” he murmured, and slid his cock into my spasming pussy. “It’s eight-thirty.”
I clutched at his arms, arching up to take him in deeper as the tension from all the denied climaxes over the past twenty-four hours sprang free. A long, loud moan of relief poured uncontrollably from my mouth, but I ran out of air before I ran out of orgasm.
His deep, strong thrusts fit us tightly together, grinding the base of him directly against my clit in a relentless assault. The first climax became the next, and the next, and the next, never ending before the climb began again.
He never changed his pace or our positions. He’d found exactly what was working and kept at it. All the while, I couldn’t do anything but ride the rhythm of his hips, chasing myself down the impossible spiral of pleasure that seemed infinite.
“I…” I locked my legs around his hips, my knees digging into his rib cage. “I can’t stop coming!”
“Good. I don’t want you to.” He covered my throat gently with one hand, exerting slight pressure against my pulse points with his thumb and forefinger. “You’re going to lay there and take it, aren’t you, princess?”
I wetted my lips and nodded, my toes clenching before another unbearable climax took me.
“You’re going to have as many orgasms as your dragon wants you to have.” He lifted his hand from my throat and stroked the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “And when he’s done, he’s going to finish all over your pretty face.”
“Oh, yes, please, my dragon,” I practically sobbed.
“Give me your hands,” he ordered.
I did, and he pinned both of them with one of his own, gripping my wrists and pushing them down tight into the pillows above my head.
“You’re so helpless,” he murmured, and his teeth sank into my throat until I squealed in pain. “I fucking love having you completely under my control.”
And I loved being under his control, being helpless to his every whim. He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his mouth; he’d been going down on me while I’d slept. He’d brought me nearly to orgasm, timed it impeccably, with a skill no one I’d ever fucked would have been remotely capable of doing.
Either Matt was the world’s best lay, or we were made for each other.
Then again, it could be both.
“Your pussy feels so good,” he murmur red, the pace of his thrusts speeding up, “So fucking good.”
I squeezed down on him rhythmically, and he groaned.
“Do you like that, my dragon?” I asked through the spikes of pleasure that each clench drove higher.
“You’re trying to make me come,” he said with a breathless laugh.
“Is it going to work?” I stretched my body, lowered my feet to dig my heels into the mattress.
“Faster than you might expect,” he warned.
I grinned with satisfaction. I might be helpless to him, physically overpowered by his strong body and the hypnotic hold of his commands, but he was helpless to how much he loved the feeling of my cunt.
“Am I pleasing you, my dragon?” I asked, and gasped as his thrusts became more forceful.