Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Caine took the hem of my dress and pulled it up over my head. With my underwear long gone, I was left in only my bra and shoes. Reaching around, he unhooked the clasp with one hand. Tomorrow I’d probably obsess over the fact that he had more experience removing a bra than I did, but right now I was only grateful he didn’t waste any time fumbling.
He leaned back to take me in. “You’re beautiful.” He cupped one of my breasts, stroking the nipple with his callused thumb. “These tits. They’ve been making me insane for weeks. I can’t tell you how many times I lost track lecturing when I looked over at you and saw them poking through your shirt.”
His mouth lowered to my breast, and he lashed it with his tongue before sucking my nipple deep into his hot mouth. He looked up at me as he licked and nibbled, our eyes locked while he took in exactly what caused different reactions. Caine’s intense attentiveness was finally making me squirm for much more enjoyable reasons.
Cool air hit my hardened nipples as his mouth moved up to my neck. He sucked on the sensitive skin below my ear while my hands explored his body. When he bit down on my earlobe at the same time he pinched my excruciatingly hardened nipple, I dug my nails into his back.
Caine groaned. “We’ll get to that later. Once I’ve broken you in, we’ll explore how rough you like it. I bet you’ll like your hair pulled while you’re on all fours with a red ass and my cock filling this sweet little pussy.” Caine’s hand lowered, and he ran two fingers over my slick center before dipping them inside. “Soaked. You like the thought of that, don’t you?”
When I didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, Caine crooked his fingers inside me and rubbed a spot I knew could set me off. Since I was incapable of replying verbally anymore, I reached down between us and wrapped my hand around the length of him, giving a good, hard squeeze. After a few pumps, Caine shifted fully on top of me and took my mouth. His tongue flicked against my lips, instructing me to open, then slipped inside to find mine. I was completely lost in the kiss, feeling it everywhere on my body. There was a hunger to it I’d never experienced before. I had no restraint. I wanted to give him everything he was about to take and more.
Caine lifted a bit, enough so he could look down at me, but our bodies were still touching. Our eyes locked as he rubbed the length of him up and down my entrance, coating himself with my wetness. Then he began to push inside. Just a few inches at first, before pulling almost all the way back out and repeating it slowly. Each thrust went a little deeper, stretched me a little wider.
When he finally gripped my hips and bore down, filling me completely, my eyes fluttered closed. It felt so good to be completely overwhelmed by this man. I’d been fighting it since the day we met, and giving in was such an emotional relief.
“Open your eyes, Rachel.” Caine wiped a stray hair from my face and whispered, “I didn’t think you could be any more beautiful to look at. But your face with me inside of you is…I have no words...”
Reaching down, he cupped a hand behind my thigh, prompting me to bend my leg at the knee and allow him to sink even deeper inside me.
“Caine…” My body began to tremble.
“I know…”
He took his time, but the intensity just kept building. Each thrust went deeper as we began to move in unison, rocking back and forth. I felt him inside me in so many ways.
I moaned through my orgasm, struggling to keep my eyes open but wanting to share how good he made me feel. When I’d started to come down, Caine sped up, driving into me faster and harder as if he were chasing my release with his own. I loved the way he said my name over and over as he climaxed inside of me. It was more therapeutic than any music had ever been for me.
We held each other as Caine continued to move in and out of me for a long time after—lazy, unhurried strokes as we caught our breath and shared easy smiles. Eventually, though, he had to stop to deal with the condom. When he lifted from the bed to go into the bathroom, a chill rushed over my damp skin.
I hoped it wasn’t a sign that once the heat was over, things with Caine would be getting cold again.
Rachel
Caine surprised me by returning to the bed with a warm facecloth and gently washing me up. No man had ever been so tender in aftercare with me. The way he took the cloth to my sensitive skin was so intimate and thoughtful, it made my shoulders—which had tensed when he’d gotten up—relax again.