Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
I’m so intent on the feel of it, the satiny texture as I stroke, I’m barely aware of him removing the belt from the loops on his pants.
I only become aware when I’m somehow in his arms and spun away from him. He gathers my wrists behind my back, and the belt tightens around them.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, even as a bolt of lust shoots through me at this sudden change.
“Taking back control, you greedy little thing.”
He can’t see my smile, which widens as he pushes me toward the bed and forces me to bend over it, my sandaled feet flat on the floor and my chest on the mattress. My shoulders ache slightly from my wrists being secured behind my back, but that all disappears when his hands go to my panties.
Slowly, he peels them off, dragging them down my legs and helping me lift each foot to get them off. “These sandals are sexy as fuck,” he murmurs as he taps one ankle. His breath floats over my backside. I can’t see what he’s doing, but my legs almost buckle when he runs a hand up the inside of my leg and cups me.
“So wet already,” he taunts. “You really can’t wait, can you?”
“No,” I gasp as he slides two fingers into me from behind. “Please don’t make me wait.”
“Beg for me, Abby,” he whispers, rubbing my clit in a slow circle before thrusting his fingers back inside.
I instinctively push against him, forcing his fingers in deeper, and he mutters, “Fuck,” telling me he likes my reaction very much.
He also doesn’t make me beg out loud. I’m guessing the demanding way I tried to ride his fingers just now is the only language he needs.
His hand disappears, and I hear the condom foil rip. Within moments, he’s pressed to my entrance from behind. I half expect him to slam into me, but he’s careful to work himself in a little at a time.
Yes, I’m wet, but he’s big, and we’ve not had nearly enough foreplay to relax my muscles into accepting him.
It’s just not fast enough, though. I want to feel him deep inside me, and I’m so frantic with it, I use what leverage I have to push back onto him. He stops me with a hand to my lower back. I try again to push past his strength, and that hand connects with a sharp slap to my ass that I swear starts an orgasm brewing. I gasp from the heat, but then I’m rewarded when he grips my hips and thrusts the rest of the way in until his pelvis is pressed flat to my ass.
I cry out. “Yes… that right there.”
He growls in response and wastes no time fucking me. One hand stays at my hip, the other dives between my legs from the front where he attacks my clit with his fingers.
“Going to be fast,” he says as he hammers into my body. It feels so good, hitting me so deep, and with the stimulation from his fingers, I can only moan as my orgasm hovers closer.
Kellen is breathing hard, and he curses while he drives into me over and over again. Sweet, filthy words. “Abby… so fucking beautiful. This pussy is mine. I own it. Going to spend my days making you come over and over again.”
Never has a man talked to me like this, his words claiming ownership and promising me unmitigated pleasure. I can tell it makes him feel good to make me feel good.
Those words are what drive me over the edge, and I turn my face into the covers to muffle my scream as the orgasm shreds through me.
Kellen doesn’t need my cry of pleasure, though, as I’m spasming so hard on him, I know he feels it. He even praises me for it. “Good girl.” He grunts as he slams into me harder. “The best girl.”
He grabs my hips, thumbs digging into my ass muscles. I twist my neck, manage to look back to see his gaze riveted downward where I know he’s watching his cock tunnel into me. His teeth are gritted, eyes blazing, chest heaving.
Then he plants deep, throws his head back, and his body arches as he releases. “Fuck, Abby,” he shouts, and knowing how good that feels for him causes more ripples of pleasure. I clench onto him hard. “Yes… goddamn, that’s good. So fucking good.”
I feel a last shudder and half expect him to fall on top of me, but instead, his hands go to the belt around my wrists. He releases it quickly, reaches under my stomach, and pulls me up so I can put my palms to the mattress.
Kellen stays planted inside me, his hands now massaging my shoulders, and the thoughtful touch is so unbearably sweet, I feel my heart giving allegiance to him.