Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 269(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
With the submissive euphoria surrounding my body, one hand coming up to support my back as he pulls me over the edge of the table so he can run his fingers through my hair, and his tongue… God, his tongue. I never stood a chance. I scream as I come for the first time, the music from the DJ absorbing my cry of Nick’s name as he continues to lick and suck my clit until I come again.
I should be quiet, I should be embarrassed, but I’m neither. And Nick is technically correct—I am an engaged woman. Will this get back to Pavel? Will the rumors reach the Sidorovs? I guess I don’t care if they do. Let them. This isn’t a marriage of love. It’s a business transaction and nothing else. What I do on my own time is up to me. Me. No one else gets to dictate to me… unless his name is Nick Hudson. Then, all bets are off.
Pushing out the world beyond Wonderland, I focus on the now. All I care about is feeling the sensation over and over again.
“Nick… please,” I manage, my fingers sliding through his hair, pulling his head to my pussy, never wanting to let him escape.
After a few more licks, he lifts his head, his mouth glistening from my arousal. He lifts me out of a position I never would have envisioned being possible for so long, much less one that would have me climaxing… twice.
He bends to press his forehead to mine. “Happy birthday, my queen.” His lips move to trace along my collarbone, licks, kisses, and little nips of his teeth driving me to the point of no return. “But tonight is my birthday too. And as my gift, I want to fuck you, over and over again.”
I thought I’d been soaring before, but with his words, I truly fly to new, epic levels. I cling to him, gasping for air. The heat of the room, the fervor between us, is almost too much. My mind spins and my body pulsates.
“I’m taking you right here, right now, and it won’t be gentle. I can’t fight this any longer. I need to make you mine over and over again for the rest of our lives. I want you to cry out. I want you to scream my name so every fucker in this room knows you belong to Nick Hudson.”
I look into his blazing eyes and nod, knowing if he stops, I’ll die. “For God’s sake, stop talking and fuck me.”
In an instant, I find myself repositioned to straddle him, my legs on either side of his hips.
“Put my cock inside you,” he demands.
It’s an order I have absolutely no difficulty obeying. With greedy need, I reach out and wrap my hands around his swollen shaft which is thick and heavy with his arousal. I guide him to my core, sinking down a bit, gasping at the stretch required to take him inside. “Oh God, you’re so fucking hard and huge!” I’ll never get used to his size. Never.
“Take me,” he commands, a self-satisfied grin on his face. “Take every last bit.”
I moan loudly, gasping his name as I accept another inch.
Nick grabs my hips and holds me immobile for a moment before he pulls me all the way down. Though I’m sure I can’t take any more, he proves me wrong. Thrusting upward, he buries several more inches of his cock within me. My fingers dig into his shoulders, my body trembling, my cry escaping as he thrusts again, then again, showing no hesitancy, no mercy as he continues to impale me on his cock until he is finally fully seated. A rush of pleasure rips through me with a force that takes my breath away. I whimper as Nick groans, lifting me and pulling out almost all the way, just to thrust his hardness back into my body.
He’d spoken the truth. It isn’t gentle, isn’t easy and, God, I don’t want it to be.
It never is with Nick Hudson.
He’s always so close to destroying me, breaking me, only to recreate me from scratch.
I give myself over to him, to his needs as he rams into me again and again. My head falls back, and I close my eyes, reveling in the sensation of lust pulsing in every cell of my body. I arch my back when Nick slips a finger to my clit and circles, increasing the pressure in my pussy.
“You’re so fucking tight. Your cunt is like molten heat around my cock,” he growls as he lowers his mouth to the crevice of my neck and bites down.
A moan escapes my lips as Nick thrusts into me, again and again, bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy. The building pressure threatens to overflow at any second. He plunges in and out, deeper with each pounding motion. Setting up a rhythm, he rocks me to an orgasm. I cry out his name as dark, deep passion pours through me. His eyes are locked on mine, his hand sliding into my hair, pulling me close so he can crush his lips against mine. I feel his cock swell even more within me and watch his jaw clench. With a cry of “Lyriope,” he follows me to release.