Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 57067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
She lets her breasts spill free and claws at the sheets, bouncing up and down.
“Fuck.” She whimpers. “Damian.”
“I love watching you bounce,” I snarl. “So—fucking—good…”
“Hmm.” She moans louder.
“You can take more,” I growl in desperation as her heat wraps around me more intimately.
It’s not a question.
“You… think… so?” she moans.
My answer is to thrust into her harder than I have yet. She rocks back, and the mattress makes a noise of protest. Her eyes roll, and she bites her lip. At first, I think I’ve hurt her. Then she smiles. Nods. Urges me on.
“Oh my fucking God,” she cries.
“That’s it. Fucking bounce on my dick.”
I rock my hips even more relentlessly. Each stroke coats my dick in more close fire. I don’t take my eyes off her even for a second.
Her pussy is hot as hell. Her bouncing breasts add to the pleasure.
But the best part is her face. Pleasure touching every feature. The realization that she can take every inch of my cock. Hard, urgent, merciless.
She slides her hands up my arms, sinking her fingernails against my shoulders.
She opens her mouth, then closes it. I lean down and kiss her on the neck. My mouth close to her ear. “Say it,” I growl. “Whatever you were going to say.”
I keep my hips moving, smaller and more subtle detonations, driving deep with each one. She shivers with each thrust. With each moment, she gives more of herself to me.
“Is that the hardest you can go?” she whispers.
A chord of savagery strikes inside me.
“Be careful with your words,” I warn her.
“I know you can go harder.”
“Can you take it?” I snap. “Everything I’ve got to give you?”
She sighs in uncertainty. Tightens her grip on my shoulders. “Yuh-yes.”
Fuck.
I lose control. Unleash. Throw off the chains and let her see who she’s really dealing with.
Leaning back again, I pound into her raw pussy, slamming into her so hard the mattress moans almost as loudly as she does. She screams as she pumps her hips, trying to keep time with me. But she can’t. She lies back, letting me ravage her, squeezing onto my arms so hard I’m sure she draws blood.
Good. I want her to. Something to remember this by.
I fuck her like that for… a time. Don’t know how long. Don’t care. Simply pump my cock in and out of her tight clutch and watch the flush of pleasure spreading across her face.
Sliding out so that my tip kisses her hole again, I fold her leg over, giving me a mouthwatering view of her ass. My dick disappears between her folded thighs. She puts one hand on her ass, looking up at me powerlessly. And she loves it like that.
“You need to come soon,” I warn. “Like immediately.”
She bites her lip as I savage her slit again. Grip her legs and stare at her hand sinking into her perfectly thick body. Every inch of me is ablaze, near-release tingling at my end.
My head swims as I try to hold it back. I need to feel her release. I need to feel… feel… fuuuuuuuck…
Her pussy flutters around my cock like she’s coaxing my come out of me. Her eyes roll, and she lets out a cry of pure pleasure.
I look down, hypnotized as her slit gifts me with a wave of release.
I collapse atop her, fucking her relentlessly, kissing her neck as a hot stream of come blows up my rocket and erupts inside her.
She shudders as our crescendos scream in unison, and I fall atop her, breathing hard.
What have we done?
I push the thought away.
What the fuck have we done?
I push that one away too.
“Is something wrong?” she asks.
“No,” I say. I lie. She knows that was the worst thing we could’ve done. The mind-fuck of it is, it’s the best thing too.
CHAPTER 19
CELINE
I’m still reeling from the sex when he slips out of me and stands, his wilting cock still big, his muscles corded and tense like he’s ready for round two. He’s got an almost gentle expression on his face as he looks around for his clothes…
Until his cell phone vibrates in the pocket of his pants on the floor.
“Only one person has that number,” he says.
I swallow and sit up. I don’t have to ask to know he’s speaking about Julian. “Oh… kay.”
He massages the bridge of his eyebrows.
“Do you regret it?” I snap, angrier than I have any right to be.
“The only thing I regret is being interrupted before we could do it again,” he says, just as fierce.
“You could ignore the call,” I murmur.
He tilts his head at me, and that’s all he needs to do, no words required. I sit up and grab my tank top, not bothering with my bra, which is probably a mistake. But the sex was so mind blowing, and I love the way he looks at me, as though I never have to doubt how beautiful I am.