Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
“What did I just say, Arden?” Fingers from his free hand forcefully wind themselves around my throat. “My name.” The pressure remains yet the speed slightly increases. “Or my fucking number when you’re on my cock.” I thoughtlessly moan my understanding and rock back against his finger in desperation for more only to be met by his grasp tightening hard enough to bruise my neck. “UFC rules, babe.” Tanner maintains his hold. “Tap out if it gets too much.” His forehead lightly leans against mine. “Clear?”
There’s barely enough room to nod but I do.
“Very well then…” A deliciously torturous lick lands against my lips. “Eyes on me, Slayer.”
Between the branding I’d never envisioned I’d wear and the delectable clasp I’m being controlled by, I’m not entirely sure I can keep them from rolling into the back of my head.
And once the finger lingering inside begins to shallowly thrust, grinding me against his swollen shaft, forcing the fabric of my shorts to caress my clit, it becomes the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my entire life.
Including resisting this stud to begin with.
Through hooded vision I watch him watch me.
Get lost in the tumultuous motions.
Succumb to steady stroke after stroke after stroke of sensitive muscles that haven’t been touched by someone else in far too long.
Clenching at my neck mimics the ones my pussy is delivering below, creating a carnal cycle of clutching and choking that has my nails anxiously scraping at his shoulders.
Pecks.
Shoulders again as I mindlessly whimper, “Close…”
Tanner amps up the pushing.
The pressure.
Tugs me the length of his dick while tightening his hold to the point my breaths turn mind spinningly shallow and my shoulders sag and heavenly shivers shoot uncontrollably throughout my system.
“So,” can barely be formed, “close…”
Pleased grumbles precede faint panting, although I’m not entirely sure if it’s him.
Or me.
Or both.
Clamping on his finger shifts from constant to ceaseless prompting me to purr, “I’m gonna-”
The abrupt removal of his digit and denial are done in one fluid execution. “No.”
A squeak of objection is the most I can conjure up – partially because his hand is around my throat and partially because my brain is orgasmic mush.
“Up,” instructs Tanner in tandem with assisting me to my feet. “Take me out.”
Reluctance is non-existence.
Reaching for the waistband of his sweats requires me to choke myself proving I truly trust him.
Trust that he’ll never hurt me.
Trust that he’ll keep me safe.
Trust that he’ll please me if I simply do my part and let him.
“You look so fucking gorgeous in my silky mitt, babe,” Tanner praises while I hastily work the article downward. “You belong here.”
Aching between my thighs is mirrored in my chest, although ignoring it for the one I know I’m seconds from dulling is easily done.
The instant his dick is free enough for the taking, he sits back on the edge of the bed, yanks my shorts aside, and slams me down on top, lips knocking against the shell of the ear that bares my aid. “The first time you come is gonna be on my cock, Arden.” Whatever argument I can possibly consider is immediately erased by a heavy heave. “And so will the next.”
Another sharp thrust inside completely shatters whatever resolve I had managed to regain on a body shaking, orgasmic scream. “Tannnnnneeeerrrr!”
“Such a fucking beauty, babe,” Tanner gravelly growls, lower half continuing to pound as my pussy perpetually pulsates. “I’m gonna light that fucking lamp again.”
Being mercilessly pinned in place by the hand around my throat and the other on my ass leaves me with no other choice than to succumb to the savagery sandwiching my body.
To simply dig my nails into his sides.
Clutch onto his t-shirt for leverage.
Frantic pump after pump is matched by ferocious pull on top of pull, shutting down my ability to think.
Speak.
Not that I need to do either.
Harsher squeezes appear between harder hammering; however, the less air I receive the more incredible everything feels.
It’s as though losing one ability amplifies all the others.
Burning in my lungs mirrors the tingling in my thighs and curled toes and tight pussy that’s already teetering on the brink of a second orgasm, yet when given the opportunity to provide them with the tiniest gasp of reprieve, Tanner robs me of it by nudging the edge of his finger against the rim of my back hole, igniting an eruption of orgasmic roars in every nerve ending I possess. “Cooooominnnggggg!”
“I want that hattie, Slayer,” he greedily grunts next to my device, balls barbarically banging against my ass, bathing in the sweltering juices that seem to never stop coming. “And I’m not ending my bloody shift until I get it.”
Throaty, sabulous whimpers are all I’m able to offer as my body is relentlessly bounced into more pounding that has the damp fabric of my shorts repeatedly stroking my clit.