Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I straddle his hips, lining him up with my entrance. “You’re going to stay still while I fuck you. You don’t move until I tell you to. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
I sink down onto him slowly, taking every thick inch until he’s buried to the hilt. We both moan at the same time. He stretches me perfectly, filling me so deep I feel it in my chest.
“God, you feel incredible,” I breathe, rolling my hips in a slow grind. “So big and hard inside me. I love how you fill me up.”
Poe’s eyes are locked on where we’re joined, watching himself disappear inside me. “Fuck, Orchid. You’re so tight. So wet. Ride me, baby. Use my cock. Take what you need.”
I brace my hands on his chest and start moving faster, bouncing on him, grinding down hard on every stroke. My breasts bounce with the rhythm and Poe’s gaze is glued to them, dark and desperate.
“Touch them,” I command. “Squeeze them while I fuck you.”
His hands fly down, cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples in tight circles. The added sensation pushes me closer to the edge.
“I’m going to come,” I tell him, voice shaking. “You’re going to stay right there and let me use you until I do. Do not come yet.”
He nods frantically, jaw clenched. “I’ll be good. I’ll hold it for you. Come on my cock, Orchid. Let me feel you squeeze me when you fall apart.”
The orgasm crashes over me hard and fast. I cry out, grinding down deep as my walls clamp around him, pulsing again and again. Poe groans loud, hands tightening on my breasts, but he holds back like I told him to.
When I finally stop shaking I lean down and kiss him, slow and deep. “Good boy,” I whisper against his mouth. “Such a good boy for me.”
I sit up and start moving again, slower this time, drawing it out. Poe’s hands slide to my hips, gripping but not directing, still letting me lead.
“Tell me how it feels,” I order.
“So fucking good,” he rasps. “Your pussy is milking me. So hot and tight. I’m so close, baby. Please let me come inside you. I need to fill you up.”
The orgasm is still rippling through me when I lean forward, brushing my lips against his ear. My voice comes out low, commanding, and a little breathless. “Not yet. You come when I say. Right now you’re going to obey me.”
Poe’s eyes flash with heat.
“I want you to take me from behind. Doggy style. Now,” I whisper.
He groans low in his throat, the sound pure hunger, and pulls out slowly, making me whimper at the loss. I roll over onto my stomach and push up onto my hands and knees, arching my back and spreading my thighs for him. The position makes me feel exposed and powerful at the same time. I look over my shoulder at him.
“On your knees behind me,” I say. “And don’t touch me until I tell you to.”
Poe moves instantly, kneeling behind me. His hands hover near my hips, trembling with restraint. His cock is rock-hard, flushed dark and glistening with my arousal. He looks like he’s barely holding himself together.
I reach back with one hand, spreading myself open for him. “Look at me. Look how wet I am for you. This pussy is dripping because of how good you were for me.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice wrecked. “You’re so pretty like this. All spread open and waiting for my cock. I can see how much you need it.”
I smile, slow and wicked. “Then give it to me. Slide in slow. I want to feel every single inch stretching me open.”
He lines himself up and pushes forward, sinking into me inch by inch, slow and deliberate like I commanded. The stretch is perfect, deep and full. When he bottoms out I moan, pushing back against him until my ass is flush with his hips.
“That’s it,” I praise, voice husky. “Such a good boy. Now fuck me. Start slow and deep. I want to feel you drag against that spot inside me.”
Poe obeys, pulling back almost all the way before sliding in again, slow and powerful. Each thrust is measured, letting me feel every ridge, every vein. I drop down onto my elbows, ass higher in the air, and moan into the pillow.
“Harder now,” I tell him. “Fuck me like you mean it. Give me that cock the way I deserve it.”
His hands finally grip my hips, fingers digging in just hard enough to bruise. His pace picks up, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. He drives into me deeper, faster, the angle perfect.
“Goddamn, Orchid,” he growls, voice thick and filthy. “This pussy’s gripping me so tight. So fucking wet and hot. You look so good taking my cock from behind. That perfect ass bouncing every time I thrust into you. I could fuck you like this for hours.”