Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
For her.
For me. A heady emotion.
She worked her hand up and down his shaft, gaze shifting to follow her movements and to watch him, the raw masculine pleasure on his features. Mesmerizing.
“I want you naked.”
The words slipped from her but she wasn’t taking them back. She wanted the chance to see and explore him as he’d done her.
“No.”
She started at his refusal and her hand slowed. Bryn tugged on her hair, the pain enough to get her out of her own head.
“I strip, I lose control and fuck you. Right now, I want that hot mouth back on me.” He jutted his chin at her. “Take me back in your mouth, baby.”
His cock bumped her cheek and she parted her lips without thought.
Bryn sighed in blatant pleasure as she took him in once more. She worked her fist on the part of him she couldn’t swallow. Bobbing her head, she sucked him. Fast. Hard. Slow. Gentle.
Body tight again, his powerful thighs bunched against her breasts. Free hand sliding around to grip his ass, she dug her nails into him, anchoring him as close as she could.
Teasing him, swiping at the helmet-shaped head as her tongue dipped into the slit on his crown. His taste was incredible and she was instantly addicted. More, her body cried.
Releasing his shaft, she grasped his thigh with her other hand and only used her mouth. She wanted all of him. Rosamunde ran her tongue up the long length, swirled it around the crown of the plum-colored, almost angry head, then took him in again.
His size choked her and yet, instead of pulling back, she took even more. Something had been born within her that made her crave his praise. Wanting him to push her to her limits, craving that hint of vulnerability combined with the bite that bordered pain and pleasure. Longing to learn anything and all he would teach her. This was all new to her but it aroused her similarly to how his touch on her intimate parts did. But this time, it was from her pleasing him. Following his instructions.
“You’re such a good girl, taking me like this. Relax your throat, baby. Take more of me in.”
She obeyed, trusting him in a way she didn’t think she would ever trust another. Relaxing her throat as numerous tears streamed from her eyes she continued, needing, craving to do this for him. She gagged.
Bryn’s touch softened on the back of her head.
“Fuckin’ hell, baby. You’re doing such a good job.” His hold tightened again, adding to the tears, only to instantly release her. “Sorry.”
He didn’t need to apologize, she’d enjoyed it. Not that she would stop long enough to tell him. Digging her nails in deeper, she purred when his grip returned.
“I get it, baby. You like the pain.”
Yeah. She did. But only pain that he gave her. His words grew dirtier. Telling her how much he loved what she did to him. Moans and pleas which pushed her to do more. To take more.
His hips began to thrust and each move drove his thickness deeper, making her choke and her eyes tear up more. She absolutely loved it.
“Harder, baby, suck me harder.”
Shuddering as pleasure pushed through her, Rosamunde obeyed. Her jaw ached from doing something she’d never come close to doing before. Eyes hurt from the tears continuing to stream free and her throat, well, yes it was sore, but she didn’t mind.
Mumbled words drifted to her ears that she couldn’t digest, so focused was she on her task. His length swelled and she didn’t think she could take any more.
Bryn growled and began to move backward.
No!
She held tight, not entirely positive what was coming, but wanting to experience every last bit of it. A rumbling growl took him and moved through her, centering in her core. Moments later, she felt him jerk and his release filled her, shooting down her throat.
Rosamunde swallowed it hungrily, refusing to let any go.
Bryn took a stumbling step back, pulling his cock free, eyes wild as he stared down at her. Teeth bared, he bent at the waist and slammed his mouth over hers. She released his thighs and parted her lips as he surged inside.
She skimmed her hands up his torso, wishing beyond everything he hadn’t refused getting naked. The linen beneath her fingers barely contained the power she knew to lay beneath. His strong hands cupped her face, oddly gentle given the assertiveness in the kiss.
Tugging, he got her to her feet before folding her into him. Rosamunde soaked it up. She loved the press of his body to hers, making her feel protected. Fragile. Feminine.
His cock dug into her, covered in a mix of her saliva and his release. Unable to resist, she skated one hand back over his torso until she could curl her fingers around his length.