Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
I could take her here and now and there wouldn’t be anything she could do about it. I could sink deep, pound her pussy until I fuck the defiance out of her. And in the end, she would thank me for it. She would moan my name while soaking my balls with her juices. I can see her in my head, brains fucked out, splayed across the bed. It’s damn tempting.
Instead, I let my hand slide over her flat stomach while she lies under me, holding her breath, her body rigid. “It’s probably better that you hide this from me,” I whisper, inching lower, making her face contort as she tries like hell to resist what my touch is doing to her.
“Don’t,” she whispers, but her body is telling another story. Her hips tilt to meet my touch when I cup her mound through her tight shorts.
“So warm.” I sigh, my dick pressed against her thigh as I start to rub her in slow circles. Her eyes close and her head falls back, while her forehead scrunches like she’s concentrating hard on what’s happening. What I’m doing to her. What I would bet nobody has ever done to her before me.
It’s not enough to touch her with fabric between her hot pussy and my fingers. No, I need more, so I work my fingers under her waistband.
Her eyes fly open wide along with her mouth, but all that comes out is a broken moan when I make contact with her bare mound. “You’re not such a good girl, are you?” I whisper while I tease her bald lips. “What other secrets are you trying to hide?”
She only arches her back, nipples ready to poke through her shirt, and they are too tempting to resist. She arches again when I flick the tip of my tongue over one of those taut peaks.
“Oh, my god,” she whispers, closing her eyes again, head rolling from side to side while I work her body like a puppet master. So wet—her juices already coat my fingers before I have the pleasure of sliding through her swollen folds.
“That’s right,” I grunt, while precum drips onto her thigh. “Give it to me. Show me how good you feel.” So fucking hot, so wet and ready for me.
And desperate. Her hips roll as one moan after another tumbles out of her mouth and fills the air. “What do you think? Do you think you could come on my fingers?” I ask, finding her tiny bud and rubbing it in quick strokes that makes her whimper.
“Carter…” she whines, and the sound unlocks something in me I didn’t know was there. Now it’s not enough to control her. I need to control her pleasure, decide when she gets it, how much. I’m not giving this up. Ever.
“I’m… Oh, god… I think I’m…” And then she bites down on her fist, straining, until the tension breaks and a fresh rush of warmth flows from her like a river. I want to taste her on my tongue. I want to feel her muscles ripple around me. More, I want more.
And when her eyes open and lock onto mine, the naked lust I see in them tells me I could have it. I could have all of her, here and now, while she’s flushed and breathless and still coming.
But no. Let her think about this for a while. A soft groan stirs in her throat when I pull my hand free and stand up straight, leaving her a breathless, gasping wreck. I commit her to memory: chest heaving, leg spread, a dark spot staining the crotch of her shorts before leaving the room and closing the door behind me.
Now that I’m rigid and straining, it would take nothing to find someone downstairs and fuck my frustrations away. But the idea doesn’t appeal for some reason. I can’t imagine doing it, can’t see it in my head. All I see is Elliana. Right now, nothing else will do.
Which is why I cross the hallway instead of going downstairs and lock myself in my room, my back against the door, my fist around my shaft while I hold my sticky fingers to my nose to inhale her musk. Fuck, the smell is unreal, intoxicating, and I can’t help but take a taste while fucking my fist hard and fast.
I can see it in my head. Her thighs around my ears while my tongue plunges deep, lapping up every drop. I can feel her hands on the back of my head, nails scraping my scalp while I give her pleasure, like she’s never imagined. Fulfilling every fantasy she didn’t even know she had.
Claiming her. Controlling her. Fucking her with my tongue until she screams my name.
Yes, and then I would sink deep… gripped by her tight cunt… My head touches the door, and I pant for air, my fist flying, and my balls lifting.