Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
He delivers three quick slaps, and this time, when he rubs, his fingers slide between my legs.
My pelvic floor contracts, and I almost have a mini-orgasm just from the first touch on my most sensitive parts. “Rafe,” I choke.
“That’s right, princess.” He strokes more firmly between my legs, rolling the pad of his finger, which is slick with my juices, over my clit.
“You like that, beautiful?”
I love that he asked. He’s not barking orders any more. He’s listening to my body. Paying attention to my needs.
When is the last time I let anyone do that for me?
“Mmm hmm,” I moan, arching my back for more. “I like your punishment.”
Rafe makes that growly sound again and drops to his knees behind me. He grips my thighs and pushes them wider then uses his thumbs at the creases of my ass to part my cheeks wide and roll my hips back until my pussy meets his tongue.
I cry out at the delicious contact. Rafe doesn’t hold back. He laps at my juices like a starving man, his tongue firm and direct. He penetrates me, then rolls it over my clit. “Rafe.”
I read once that men—and women, for that matter—love to hear their name called out during sex. I didn’t have that in mind when I moaned his name, but his response is swift and obvious. His touch grows rougher where he holds my cheeks and thighs apart, and his tongue whips over my lady bits then all the way back to my anus.
“Oh my God! Rafe!” I’m shocked by the contact and unbelievably pleasured. I want more, yet I squirm to get away, as if the mounting orgasm is something to fear.
“Rafe… Rafe. Rafe!” I come all over his tongue, my pussy clenching on air, my legs shivering against his palms. He keeps on licking until I’m spent, then he stands and slides an arm under my belly, scooping me onto the bed on my back.
He climbs over me with heavy lids and a smug smirk on his soft lips. “I guess you’re pretty satisfied with yourself.” It comes out more like a purr than a barb, and I reach for him to soften any offense.
“I thought you were the one who was pretty satisfied,” he murmurs back, kissing me with his lips still glossy from my juices.
I work the button on his jeans, grateful his torso is already gloriously naked. “Almost,” I murmur. It’s not true, I’m already more satisfied than I’ve ever been with a man, but I want more. We’ve come this far, I need the whole Rafe package.
“You want this?” He shucks his jeans and boxers. His cock springs out, thick and hard. Straining in my direction.
“Yes.”
He produces a condom from the nightstand without my having to ask. Of course, Rafe would be responsible. That's his gig.
I take it from him and rip it open. What can I say? I have control issues, too. “Come here.” My voice has never sounded so husky in my life. Rafe walks on his knees until I can grip the base of his cock, holding it steady. I sit up and take him into my mouth, giving him a thorough sucking before I roll the condom over his wet cock. The shudder that runs through his body makes me feel as smug as he looked a moment ago.
Rafe lowers his mouth to my right breast, sucking on my nipple, but I’m too impatient for more foreplay.
“Uh uh,” I say, pushing his head away. “I need you inside of me.”
Rafe lifts his head, his gaze amused. Indulgent, even. “You’re still fighting me for dominance, aren’t you, beautiful?”
With that, he rolls me to my belly and gives my ass another slap. I don’t mind because I promptly feel the nudge of his cock between my legs. “Yessss,” I hiss in pleasure then grunt when he thrusts in deep. He stops at the hilt and ripples of shock and pleasure spiral out from my core. “You okay?”
“Little late to be asking, isn’t it?” I snark, but there’s no bite to it because it feels absolutely wonderful to be filled by Rafe.
He punishes me by not moving.
I wiggle my ass.
“You want this cock, princess?”
I try to push back, taking him even deeper than he’s already seated. “I want it,” I admit.
He lets out a rumble of satisfaction and eases back to push in again.
I whimper at the pure deliciousness of it. “Yes, that,” I encourage.
“You want to get fucked by me?” He’s taunting me now, but I don’t care because when he pins both my forearms to the bed, my body becomes a live wire, trembling, needy, desperate for his next move.
“You like to be held down, hmm?” I don’t know how he knew it, but he’s right. My pussy gushed the moment he restricted my movements. “You only surrender to an alpha?”