Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 177137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 886(@200wpm)___ 709(@250wpm)___ 590(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 886(@200wpm)___ 709(@250wpm)___ 590(@300wpm)
My cock recovers, growing and growing as I appreciate every inch of my girl.
Yeah. She’s gorgeous.
“You are one beautiful woman, Anastasia.”
“You are one beautiful man, Christian, and you taste mighty fine.” Her smile is sexy and coquettish.
I give her a wicked grin.
I am going to take my revenge on Miss Steele.
Grabbing her left ankle, I strap the cuff around it, keeping my eyes on hers the whole time. “We’ll have to see how you taste. If I recall, you’re a rare, exquisite delicacy, Miss Steele.”
I grasp her right ankle and cuff that, too. While holding the bar, I stand back to admire my handiwork, happy that she’s secure and that the straps aren’t too tight. “The good thing about this spreader is it expands,” I inform her. I push down on the clip and tug outward, and the bar extends, forcing her legs farther apart.
Ana gasps.
“Oh, we’re going to have some fun with this, Ana.” Reaching down, I grab the bar and twist it quickly so that Ana flips onto her front. “See what I can do to you?” I twist again and flip her onto her back.
Her breasts rise and fall as she pants.
“These other cuffs are for your wrists. I’ll think about that. Depends if you behave or not.”
“When do I not behave?” Her voice is husky with desire.
“I can think of a few infractions.” I run my fingers up the soles of her feet and she writhes. “Your BlackBerry, for one.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Oh, I never disclose my plans.”
She has no idea how hot she looks right now. Slowly I crawl up the bed until I’m between her legs.
“Hmm. You are so exposed, Miss Steele,” I whisper, our eyes locked together as I run my fingers up her legs, making small circles. “It’s all about anticipation, Ana. What will I do to you?”
She tries to wriggle beneath me, but she’s trapped.
My fingers travel higher, to her inner thighs. “Remember, if you don’t like something, just tell me to stop.” I lean down and kiss her belly, my nose ringing her navel.
“Oh, please, Christian.”
“Oh, Miss Steele. I’ve discovered you can be merciless in your amorous assaults upon me. I think I should return the favor.” I kiss her belly and my lips move south. My fingers north.
Slowly, I ease my fingers inside her. She jerks her pelvis up to embrace them.
I moan. “You never cease to amaze me, Ana. You’re so wet.” Her pubic hair tickles my lips, but I persist and my tongue finds her clitoris pert and eager for attention.
“Ah,” she cries, and braces against her restraints.
Oh, baby, you’re mine.
I swirl my tongue around and around and move my fingers in and out, rotating slowly. She arches off the bed, and from the corner of my eye I see her clutching the sheets.
Absorb the pleasure, Ana.
“Oh, Christian,” she cries out.
“I know, baby.” I gently blow on her.
“Ah! Please!” she pleads.
“Say my name.”
“Christian,” she exclaims.
“Again.”
“Christian, Christian, Christian Grey,” she shouts.
She’s close.
“You are mine,” I whisper, and suck and flick her with my tongue.
She cries out as she comes around my fingers, and while she’s in the throes of her orgasm, I crawl back and flip her over onto her stomach and pull her into my lap.
“We’re going to try this. If you don’t like it, or it’s too uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll stop.”
She’s breathless and dazed.
“Lean down, baby. Head and chest on the bed.”
She complies immediately and I tug her hands backward and cuff each to the bar next to her ankles.
Oh, man. Her ass is in the air; she’s breathing heavily. Waiting. For me.
“Ana, you look so beautiful.”
I grab a condom and quickly rip open the packet and roll it on.
I run my fingers down her spine and pause over her ass. “When you’re ready, I want this, too.” I brush my thumb over her anus, and she tenses and gasps. “Not today, sweet Ana,” I reassure her, “but one day. I want you every way. I want to possess every inch of you. You’re mine.”
Moving on, I ease my finger inside her. She’s still wet, and I kneel up behind her and bury myself in her.
“Aagh! Gently,” she cries.
I still. Shit. I hold her hips. “You okay?”
“Gently,” she says. “Let me get used to this.”
Gently. I can do gently.
I ease back and then slowly forward, filling her. She groans and I ease back and ease forward. Again.
And again.
And again.
Take it slow.
“Yes, good, I’ve got it now,” she murmurs.
I groan and move a little faster. She starts mewling with each thrust. And I go faster still. She scrunches up her eyes and opens her mouth, breathing in a gulp of air with each thrust.
Fuck. This is exquisite.
I close my eyes and tighten my fingers on her hips and lose myself in her.
Over and over.