Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 764(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 510(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 764(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 510(@300wpm)
He presses harder, and fireworks explode behind my closed eyelids. It goes on and on, the bliss radiating from my core and running through my limbs, leaving me shaking and panting. But that’s not enough. I want more of him. I want all of him.
As soon as he lets go of my wrists, I reach between us and touch him where he’s hard and dripping through his shorts. “Fuck…” He closes his eyes and lets his head fall back while I stroke him slowly, torturing him a little the way he tortures me. Finally, he grunts and pulls his shorts off, kicking them to the side so I can use the precum leaking from his tip to lube his shaft.
The power shifts between us, and it makes my heart soar. This is the only way I can control him, and I want to savor every second. I run my thumb over the piercing, and he groans again. There’s a helpless sound to it that sends a thrill through me. Now, he’s at my mercy.
Without saying a word, I drop to my knees and do the same thing with my tongue, flicking the metal, and every helpless sound I tease from him sends fresh heat dripping from my core. I gaze up and find him entirely gripped by desire — his mouth hanging open, a look of agonized pleasure hardening his features. He sinks his hand into my hair and my scalp tingles. “Fuck, Tatum,” he sighs, and it only makes me want to please him more.
“Oh, yes…” he breathes when I take him in my mouth, lowering my head until he hits the back of my throat and my nose is smashed against his base.
“Harder,” he demands, then moans when I suck until my cheeks go hollow. He’s not so cold and in control now, is he? Not when the taste of his pre-cum moves over my tongue or when he jerks his hips, faster, faster, chasing his high the way I chased mine.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Suck it. You’re so good to my cock.” My body preens at the praise.
He pulls back before it’s too late and hauls me to my feet. He’s rough and demanding again, stripping me from the waist down in one quick, brutal movement. I barely have time to gasp before I’m against the door and he has my leg lifted, spreading me open before spearing me.
And all at once, the tension that built when I was sucking him breaks. I cry out in surprise, but his only reaction is to take me hard, fast, until the door rattles in time with his sharp thrusts. The only thing in the world is that rhythmic, thumping sound, my strangled cries, and his heavy breathing.
There’s no sweetness to this. No tenderness. This is two people wholly using each other.
And I like it. No, I love it. I can let go of everything, not giving a shit how I sound or what it means or whether this is a mistake. All my sadness and loneliness and frustration – I give it to him. I take it out on him with my nails and my teeth. With my legs when he lifts me, and I wrap them around him, using them to pull him in, silently demanding he fuck me harder. I want him to hurt me. I want to wake up in the morning with his bruises on my skin so I know this was real. That it wasn’t a dream.
We’re still locked together when he cups my ass with both hands and carries me to his bedroom. The bed bounces when we land on it together, and I moan into his ear when he starts moving again. Slower this time, deeper, rolling his hips and grinding against my clit with every stroke. He gets up on his knees to peel my night shirt away before descending on my boobs like a man starved. His low animal grunts only add to the frenzy.
My nails scrape his scalp and his neck, his shoulders, and his back before digging into his ass. “More!” I shout into the darkness. I don’t care how it sounds. I’m taking what I need.
“You want more of my cock?”
“Yes!” When he pushes up onto his palms, I arch my back, feeding him my pussy. He slams against me hard enough that my boobs bounce in a rhythm that gets faster. His sharp breaths and my high-pitched squeals blend together in a chaotic song that breaks all at once.
I’m sobbing with joy and relief when he pulls out and sprays his cum across my chest. “Fuck… Tatum…” The sound of my name falling from his lips is even more satisfying than the ripples of pleasure that leave my body limp. A sense of peace settles over my soul and leaves me shuddering in liberation.