Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
So be it.
“Yes,” I say again, clutching at the mattress.
“That’s a good girl,” he growls into my neck, yanking down my panties with impatient hands. All the way to my knees when I clumsily toe them off. “Now turn over and spread your legs. Let’s see what I learned.”
Self-consciousness tries to snare me in its trap, because I’ve never been intimate with a man and suddenly here I am, in the deep end, but Blaste doesn’t wait for me to make the move. No, he flips me over and—
Oh.
Oh, my goodness gracious.
He’s backlit by the hallway light, the front of his impressive physique kissed by shadows and there are mountains and valleys everywhere. Rough cut, ranching muscles. His eyes are loaded down with immense hunger, as if I need further proof when his shaft is standing straight up, curved and broad against his drum-tight abdomen.
My legs just sort of spread themselves.
“Son of a bitch, sugar, you would bring a man through space and time, wouldn’t you? Wet, sexy little thing with those big, innocent eyes. I’m about to make you fucking shake.” He leans down and spits on my sex, rubbing his saliva through my flesh with his thumb, his eyes glittering with lust while he follows the path of his handiwork. “A woman needs to be good and soaked. That’s the first thing I learned. Then I read about all the ways to do it. Going to lick your cunt like it’s a scoop of strawberry ice cream.”
Those two magical fingers are back inside of me, delving in and out while Blaste gets down on his stomach, kissing my inner thighs, my stomach, nibbling on my hips. My toes are extended and digging into the mattress, my fingers reaching for his hair, gripping, my breath having almost fully vacated my lungs by the time he actually settles his lips over my clitoris and begins massaging me there. Slowly. Lightly.
He does this for long, unhurried minutes while I begin to breathe faster and faster.
My breasts heave, nipples pebbling painfully.
“Nice and easy,” he whispers against my flesh. “That’s how it’s done, huh?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Yes.”
His thumbs dig gently into my inner thighs, his breath hot and eager, his hips restless against the bed. “Going to treat this little bud so damn well that when I slap your ass and ask for a blow job, you’ll kneel down in front of me with your fucking tongue out.”
All right, now I…I have to slap him across the face again. Don’t I?
Yes. I will. In a second.
But right now, he’s flattening his tongue over that sensitive nub and polishing it with quick, quick, quick licks that increase with pressure. Such perfect pressure that I yank on his hair and arch my back, panting, looking at the ceiling in awe but not really seeing it. I’m not seeing anything but stars. Oh…oh God, what is that drawing feeling in my belly? It’s a gathering. A terrible pull. A spasm of muscles that grows in intensity and I will die if I don’t get to the other side of it. I know it’s an orgasm. I thought I’d given myself one before, but it didn’t feel like this. Mine was a mouse squeak and this is a lion’s roar.
“Goddamn. I can actually feel it happening.” He looks up at me, his eyes heavy with lust and he licks me faster, faster, adding his fingers now. Sliding them so deep, holding them there while he pays explicit attention to my clit, rubbing and circling and making love to it like it’s the center of his universe and when he sucks it gently, I simply self-destruct, a scream blasting out of me, a warm, wild rapid of pleasure rushing through my body, tightening my muscles like shoelaces and wracking me with shudders. It’s a violently beautiful sensation that renders me temporarily blind, throat aching, body straining in an arch.
When I’m able to see again, Blaste is looming above me in the darkness, hair mussed, mouth wet, his chest huffing up and down and he’s watching me in awe, his right hand framing my jaw, his big hips settling in between my thighs.
“Incredible creature,” he mutters, leaning down to drag his tongue over my stiff nipples, right then left, before his mouth travels to my neck, kissing and sucking beneath my ear, breath heavy, quick. I can feel his hand between my legs, this big, smooth crown of his sex stretching my entrance. “My turn, sugar. It’s going to be a lot rougher than yours.”
“O-okay.”
He spits on his right hand, bringing it back to his shaft to lubricate it even more. “Made you come, now you’re going to spread your legs and do the same for me, ain’t that right?”
I nod, dropping my knees open just in time for him to attack my mouth in a provocative kiss, his tongue stroking into my mouth while he rocks, rocks, pushes into me, his guttural growl reverberating through my entire body, the oxygen stolen from my lungs by the sheer pressure of him fitting himself inside of me. And sparks go off in front of my eyes, my limbs tingling, warmth pressing in around my skull. I swear the room lights up around us in a purple glow and emotion swerves out of nowhere into my chest. Heavy, so heavy.