Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Our eyes stayed locked the entire time, amplifying the emotions between us. He continued to toy with me, forcing another orgasm as he gently rubbed my swollen nub.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and attacked his mouth. I wanted him right then. I wanted him inside me. As if reading my mind, he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing, and my arms automatically tightened around his neck.
He transferred me to his bed, sitting me down in the center.
Holding my gaze, he removed my top and bra, leaving me entirely naked. I held his stare until he stepped back and lowered his sweatpants. I followed the natural cuts of his body, skimming over a patch of dark curls. The second I saw his cock, my stomach flipped. Then flipped again and my pussy clenched. It was longer than I envisioned, and the head was…
Jesus Christ.
The head of his dick was perfectly rounded and thick.
As if none of that was impressive enough, there was a double-sided barbell horizontally pierced through his tip.
“Didn’t that hurt?” I asked breathlessly.
“It was worth it. You’re about to find out why.” The seductive promise in his words had me clenching my thighs.
I stared at his cock until he laughed l and came forward, climbing back onto the bed. His eyes swept over me, slowly. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t see.
“You’re insanely beautiful, Rose,” he implored, his voice rough.
“So are you.”
He ran his hands up the back of my legs. When he reached my thighs, he spread them apart and positioned himself further between them. The head of his cock brushed against me. I sucked in a quiet breath and took his face in my hands, allowing myself the liberty of tracing over his jawline.
He lowered his mouth and gently brushed his lips over mine.
“You want me?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He slipped a hand between our bodies. “There’s no going back.” Fingers eased inside me, eliciting a low moan. “Let me be yours, Rose, and you’ll be my last.”
I let my hands glide down to his shoulders and stared into his eyes, letting him see I wasn’t going to change my mind. The others could come banging on his door right now and it still wouldn’t be enough for me to stop what was about to happen.
He sighed and brushed a kiss over my brow. “You’re spreading your legs for a monster that wants to ruin you in every possible way, until the only thing you know, is me.”
His words had a trigger effect, and the sick side of my mind rejoiced at hearing them.
He pulled his fingers out of me and draped one of my legs over his forearm, smearing arousal onto my skin.
“Please.”
“You never have to beg for it.” With a devious grin, he thrust inside me on my next breath. He cursed and pulled out, pushing back in, going deeper.
I dug my nails into his back, feeling every inch of his cock and that piercing as my pussy adjusted to the sheer size of what was inside it.
I thought he’d be rough, but his movements were so slow and tender, it hurt. He pulled all the way out, just to slowly push back in again, burying himself to the hilt.
“Fuck, Rose. You feel like heaven,” Con groaned, digging his fingers into my flesh hard enough to bruise.
“Rose?” Vicky’s concerned voice carried down the hall from the bottom of the stairs.
“Don’t stop,” I moaned, running my hands down his back to grip his firm ass and pull him deeper.
“Never worry about that. You’re not leaving my bed anytime soon.”
He pinned my hands above my head. with one of his, sliding the other back between my legs.
He fucked me harder, maintaining the same rhythm, slowly pushing me towards a mind-blowing precipice. He readjusted his hips and began to stroke that same sweet spot inside me he had with his fingers, simultaneously rubbing my clit. My walls tightened around his cock, arousal drenching both of us. I could feel the barbell with each thrust.
Vicky’s voice got louder as she approached his door. “What are you…?”
She trailed off and went silent, undeniably knowing exactly what we were doing.
The noises coming from my mouth, his small groans of pleasure, and the rocking of his bed said it all.
“Call for me,” Constantine urged, increasing his tempo.
It took effort for me to articulate a reply and what came out was a breathless objection.
“No?” He gripped both my legs and lifted them over his shoulders. “I’m not giving you a choice.”
My mouth parted as cries of pure euphoria built one after the other. He drove into me, riding my body harder and faster. The position he had me in allowed him to go deeper until he was fully seated inside me. I began to scream his name, begging him not to stop.
A numbness skirted down my spine, and then white-hot pleasure shot through my veins.