Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
With his other hand, he strokes over one breast before wrapping his fingers around the taut peak and giving it a gentle tweak. There’s a strange mixture of pain-infused pleasure that arrows through me before exploding in my core. I gasp as he gives the same attention to the other side. His fingers glide down my body to the part of me that throbs with painful awareness.
“Do you like touching yourself?”
My gaze slices to his before widening. “What?”
He smirks. “I want to know if you enjoy masturbating.”
A rush of heat floods into my cheeks, making them feel like they’re on fire. “I...”
Have no idea how to answer that.
Are we really having this conversation?
Now?
His fingers stroke over the lips of my pussy, rimming the edges until I’m twisting beneath him. The more pleasure that unfurls inside me, the more difficult it becomes to focus on what he’s saying.
“It’s a yes or no question. You either do...or you don’t.”
Just when I think I can’t stand another moment of this sweet torture, one finger dips inside my heat. He doesn’t thrust all the way in. Just an inch or two. Just enough for my muscles to contract around him.
“Mmmm,” he growls. “I felt that. You’re so damn tight.”
I clench again, attempting to lock him inside me. This feeling is much too delicious to end.
“Tell me, Elle. I want to know exactly what you do when you’re alone in bed at night.”
His thick digit continues to tease my pussy, forcing me to the precipice before yanking me back so I don’t crash over the edge. Frustration spirals through me until I want to scream.
“Yes,” I choke out as my hips gyrate, matching the excruciating rhythm he’s set. “Okay? Yes.”
“How often?” he asks, voice dropping.
Arrgghhh!
“I don’t know...a few times a week?” I continue to shift, silently begging him to send me over the edge and into oblivion. I just want—
“Look at me,” he growls.
I turn my head until my dazed vision can lock on him.
“Do you think about me when you stroke this pretty little pussy?”
“Carson,” I groan, embarrassment swamping me.
He presses closer until his lips are able to hover over one nipple. His warm breath sends a cascade of shivers rampaging across my flesh before he sucks the taut bud into his mouth. My back arches off the bed as my fingers tunnel through his thick hair to keep him in place.
It doesn’t work.
Instead, he releases me. His attention once again locks on mine before he repeats the question. “Do you fantasize about me when you touch yourself?”
When I remain silent, his fingers still over my heat, the heel of his palm pressing into my soft flesh. A gentle reminder that he’s there, holding me but nothing more. And no amount of grinding against him is enough to give me the satisfaction I so desperately crave.
“All you have to do is answer the question.”
“Yes,” I blurt. “Every. Single. Time.”
His lips curve into a slow smile as heat floods into his eyes. “Better only be me, baby, or we’re gonna have a problem.”
Before I can say anything more, he’s sliding between my thighs and spreading them wide. With his thumbs, he stretches me until every delicate inch is on display. Embarrassment surges through me as I try to close my legs, but he won’t allow it.
“I want to look at you.”
A groan slides from me as my face heats. I’ve never had anyone stare at me so openly. It’s as if he’s committing every part to memory. Even when he made me orgasm a few weeks ago, my panties and skirt had been in place. He’d only pulled them down enough to bear my clit. This is totally different. I couldn’t be stretched any further. And with his hands holding my thighs wide, there’s nothing I can do about it.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispers, reaching out to stroke his fingers across my lips. “Just remember that you gave yourself to me and now this pussy is mine.” His gaze flicks upward, daring me to argue. The possessiveness shining from his hazel depths is enough to turn my mouth bone dry. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
All I’ve ever wanted was to belong to him.
“Good.”
He leans forward until his warm breath can skate over my shuddering flesh. With his tongue, he takes a leisurely lap, licking me from the bottom of my slit to where my clit is buried. Pleasure cascades through me as he slows things down and repeats the maneuver. His fingers dig into the soft skin of my thighs as he holds them open. Only now, I have no desire to close them. My back arches, offering him everything. He wanted me laid out like a feast before him and I am. With lazy strokes, he circles my clit before stabbing the velvety softness of his tongue deep inside my heat.