Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Bracing my hands at his hips, I broke our kiss and slowly sank to my knees, keeping my eyes locked on his as I settled into the submissive position.
His nostrils flared like a predator scenting his prey, and his eyes blazed.
I reached for his belt, easing his shirt up for better access. When my fingers brushed over his bare skin, his muscles rippled and danced beneath my touch. I leaned forward and pressed a reverent kiss to his abs.
“Marisol.” He groaned my name, and his calloused fingertips trailed through my hair.
I captured him in my gaze once again. “I trust you, Raúl.” My fingers trembled as I reached for his belt, but my voice was steady. “Do you trust me?”
He gave me a solemn nod and a low hum; a primal response from deep in his soul.
Warmth settled in my chest as the last of the tension between us cleared away. Our relationship was complicated, but that didn’t mean we had to be cruel when difficult subjects came up. We cared about one another.
I knew he would never hurt me. I wanted to promise him the same.
This vulnerable position I’d put myself in—this act of giving—quieted my mind. As I freed his cock from his jeans, the desire I’d so brutally denied us both pulsed back to life.
His impressive size was a little intimidating: the thick, throbbing length; the bulging vein; the purple head, glistening with a bead of precum.
My trepidation sent a thrill skittering down my spine. It shuddered into my core, reawakening the ache between my legs. My clit throbbed almost painfully, and the cool air that kissed my hot, bare sex felt like a cruel, icy caress.
A low, tormented moan left my chest as I flicked out my tongue to taste him for the first time.
His fingers tangled in my hair on a harsh curse, and his cock throbbed, jutting closer to my lips. I gave him what he so fiercely desired, exploring his length with my tongue, learning the shape of him and all the places that made his hips jolt toward my face. With each reverent lick and kiss, I showed him how much I valued him, how much his pleasure meant to me.
It elicited my own pleasure, not only lighting my body up with lust, but also fulfilling a deep need to serve, to ensure my partner’s happiness and contentment.
Raúl’s increasingly filthy curses and firm grip on my hair assured me that he would be fully satisfied, and the knowledge made a gentle wave of bliss wash through my entire being. The soul-deep satisfaction transcended my physical desire, quieting the deeper ache of my denied lust.
I sank into the pleasure, and a happy hum slipped through my lips as they caressed his cock.
Both of his big hands bracketed my cheeks, his thick fingers twining in my hair. He tipped my head back, dragging my gaze to his burning green eyes. His granite jaw ticked, and his sexy scar was drawn deep into his sensual lips.
“I can’t be gentle.” He growled the warning through gritted teeth, giving me one last chance to pull away.
The fact that he was giving me the choice pulled me deeper into his thrall, and he seemed to grow impossibly taller; my dark god, towering over me.
“I trust you,” I whispered. “I want you.”
The last shred of his tenuous control snapped, and he pressed his cockhead to my lips. He didn’t pause or wait for me to take him into my mouth. His fingers tightened in my hair, lighting up my scalp with little sparks of pain as he anchored me in place for his pleasure.
He pushed forward, and his hard length parted my lips in an unyielding glide. His total control washed over me in a heady wave, freeing me from all responsibility. There was no worry, no fear, when Raúl utterly possessed me. There was only his pleasure and my blissful submission.
My eyes closed, and I welcomed him deeper on a moan.
“Look at me,” he growled, tugging sharply on my hair to harness my full attention.
My gaze snapped to his, and his fierce, beautiful face became the center of my world. His luminous eyes flared with something like awe, and his jaw tightened with a fresh burst of savage lust. He thrust deep into my mouth, pushing in far enough to make me gag.
He eased back immediately, but the harsh planes of his stony face held no mercy. He allowed me just enough time to draw a breath before pushing all the way back again, sliding more slowly this time. Keeping me locked in place with his grip on my hair, he tested how far I could take him, drawing back each time I gagged before repeating his ruthless exploration.
He found a rhythm that allowed him to go deeper, timing his thrusts with the breaths he permitted me.