Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 267(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
“What—”
I don’t get a chance to ask the rest of my question before his hands are on my hips and his mouth is between my legs. I’ve never been eaten out from this position and it’s intoxicating and new and mind-blowing. My inner thighs shake. Heat concentrates between my legs, where his tongue is running over every inch of me and licking inside me. His hands stay firm on my hips until he uses them to spread me open a little farther. Every nerve ending across every inch of my skin is on high alert as the pleasure builds and builds.
I’m collapsed onto the bed, my head in my arms, and don’t realize at first that his tongue is moving up.
It brushes against my hole and I tense, but Graham doesn’t let me move. “Stay how you are, temptress. I want all of you.”
“Okay.”
“Good girl.”
My mind is already overwhelmed by his mouth, and the feeling only intensifies as he licks my hole. I’m a mess, trying to push my hips back into his face, and it takes me a few seconds to realize he’s pulled away.
A bottle clicks.
Something cool lands between my spread cheeks, and then Graham’s circling my hole with his fingertips.
“Good girl,” he murmurs in a deep tone coated with lust, though I haven’t done anything but remained still. I’m trembling over a pillow, caught between wanting to come and wanting to stay in this hot, liquid feeling forever. “I’m going to put my fingers inside you. Get you ready. Have you ever taken like this before?”
“No,” I gasp with my heart pounding.
He makes a pleased sound. “Don’t worry, temptress. I’ll help you. What’s your safe word?”
“Red,” I answer him, and he tells me what a good girl I am for him and how good it’s going to feel. My nails dig into the comforter with anticipation.
He slides one finger into me slow, coaxing me to keep breathing. It burns a little, and when I make a noise, he adds more lube and keeps fucking me with that finger. His other hand slides between my legs. It feels so full and so hot and the pleasure builds inside of me like I’ve never felt before.
The second his fingers meet my clit, my inhibitions fall away. I can’t concentrate on two things at once and my head thrashes. Graham circles my clit slowly, patiently, reminding me to stay where he put me, and it’s all I can do not to try and fuck his hand. I get used to the finger in my asshole and moan, wanting more, wanting to come.
He adds another finger.
I don’t mean to ride them, but it happens anyway. I want sensation any way I can get it. His fingers on my clit and inside me. It feels shockingly sinful, when he’s rubbing like that, keeping my desire at a steady level.
The third finger is still hard to take.
“Please,” I beg. “Let me come.”
“When I’m all the way inside you,” he says, voice soothing. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”
“Yes.” I rock my hips back toward him. “Graham. Fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”
“You can,” he murmurs.
He makes me wait.
He keeps fucking me with three fingers. They’re thick, stretching me, and I bury my face in my arms and pant. I didn’t realize it would be so much, but I never want to stop.
“What’s your safe word, temptress?”
It takes a lot of effort to think of words at a time like this. “Red.”
“Remember,” he warns. “I’m going to fuck your ass. Stay relaxed for me.”
He pulls his fingers out of my ass, and my heart climbs up into my throat. It’s quiet for a moment and then the bed groans as he positions himself. I’ve never done this before. I’m not totally convinced that I can. But then his hands stroke down my hips, spreading me, and the head of his cock nudges against my lubed hole.
“Push back,” he says softly.
I do it, my breath stuttering at how impossibly big he feels.
Graham fucks into me slowly, with as much patience as he used to kiss me, and when he finally slides inside I gasp at the stretch and my entire body lights on fire.
“I’ll let you adjust,” he says as my heart pounds. I struggle to take him and his hand trails back down between my legs, finding my clit.
The pleasure and the stretch are both so intense that I grab for anything I can reach. The only thing to hold is the blankets, so I curl my fingers around them and hold on, trying to breathe. I don’t know what I want to do. Rock back against him, I think, but I don’t know if I can take anymore.
His fingers on my clit make the decision for me.
I want to move with them so much that I tilt my hips forward, and when I move them back, another inch of Graham enters me.