Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
My pussy clenched on his finger, and the orgasm slammed into me so fast, that I had no time to prepare.
One second I was there, and the next I was in an alternate universe where I was a slave to the sensations inside of me.
Things pulsed and clenched, my thighs quivered. The bite of the rope on the insides of my thighs where I pulled on the rope was a sharp sting that only added to the feelings I couldn’t quite control.
“I’m sure you’re nice and wet,” I distantly heard him say, “but I’m going to lick you, taste you, and fuck you with my tongue. That way there’s no question.”
That way there’s no question.
What he was going to do was kill me. He was going to lick me to death. Death by orgasm sounded like a perfect way to go, though.
What I thought couldn’t get better, though, did. The moment his mouth hit me, and his tongue pushed inside of my still pulsing vagina, I realized that there was so much more to this sex thing.
I didn’t think I’d ever get to a point where I’d get used to the feelings, because this was one thing that I never, ever wanted to get used to.
I was on fire. My nerve endings were electric, and my breathing was at the point where I was on the verge of hyperventilating.
The more he licked and sucked, the higher I climbed, until I was at the point where I wasn’t sure I’d be able to take anymore.
Then he pulled back, stopped touching me completely, and moved to stand between my thighs.
“Need you so fucking much.” he growled, leaning over me.
I lifted my hips as much as I could, inviting him to take what he wanted.
He didn’t disappoint.
The moment that he was pressed against me and slid inside, I felt like everything in my world was right.
He just kept coming, and coming, and coming, until finally his hips met my ass.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groaned.
I couldn’t do a thing.
My body seized, and I wanted him to hold still at the same time I wanted him to unleash the power of his thrusts on my unsuspecting hips.
“Please,” I cried.
I didn’t know what I was asking for.
Honestly, at this point, I wasn’t sure I cared.
As long as he did something.
I felt the pull of the rope, and suddenly the bite of the soft material left my thighs, giving him the ability to pull me up to my knees and get a better angle.
Oh, and let’s not forget the fact that he was able to slide even further inside.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” I whispered. “Oh, God.”
His hands went to my hips, and he pushed them away.
I braced for it, knowing what was coming next, and cried out when he forced himself back inside.
Over and over, more and more, until my pussy couldn’t take it any longer.
I came. So hard that my eyes rolled back into the back of my head, and I was no longer able to hold myself up on my elbows.
My hips stayed where they were by the power in Tate’s hands, but my face met the mattress, and I didn’t even have the strength to turn it so I could draw a full breath of air.
Despite all the other orgasms he’d given me that day, he still accomplished the impossible.
By the time that he started to grunt his release as his body stiffened behind me, my body also followed the same path.
He hit the bed beside me, finally releasing me, but I couldn’t even turn my face to tell him that he’d broken me.
I could do nothing but lie there, sated and so freakin’ confused, that I couldn’t move.
Could do nothing but concentrate on my breathing.
Seconds…minutes…maybe even hours later, I felt the hair at my face slide back, exposing my face and eyes to the harsh bedroom lights.
Once I could see from the surprise, my eyes found Tate’s smug expression.
“What?” I muttered.
He grinned. “Nothing.”
I rolled my eyes, but still didn’t move.
“If you want me to leave, you’re going to have to wait for my legs to start working again.”
His grin kicked up at one side, making my heart skip a beat.
“I don’t want you to leave, pretty girl,” he explained. “I want you to stay right here, warm and limp, and let me continue to enjoy the view.”
I smiled weakly at him.
“I guess I could do that for you.”
But when I can walk, I’m going to get the hell out of here as fast as I can.
Why?
Because something that good—Tate—wouldn’t last. Tate and his amazingness in bed…yeah, that was going nowhere fast. There was no way that I’d keep his interest long enough for me to keep his attention solely on me.
My morose thoughts had me recovering faster than I would have liked, and soon I found myself not only able to move, but also able to sit up.