Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 134741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134741 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
“I’m wet from watching you masturbate.”
He flinched as if the word drew blood inside him. A common word that lashed and hurt.
Fang nuzzled Kas’s elbow, licking at the sweat covering him.
Kas didn’t even notice, his attention skidding between me and whatever he saw in his mind. Whatever whispers he heard. Whatever pain he relived.
“Stay with me, Kassen,” I moaned, pushing my breasts up, squeezing them until flesh spilled over my fingers. “Touch yourself again. Stroke yourself. I’ll stay with you. Listen to my voice. Only hear me.”
A torturous groan spilled from his lips as his hand once again squeezed his erection. A flutter built in my belly watching such a powerful man self-pleasure.
My right hand slinked down my body as I stroked my clit. I rubbed the wetness there, thanks to my release and his tongue. I welcomed fresh pleasure to build. “I’m going to come with you.” My voice turned breathy. “Just watching you touch yourself. God, Kas. You have no idea what that does to me.”
My back arched as I inserted another finger, being more brazen than I had in my entire life. “Your cock looks so good in your fist. It belongs there. It’s yours to jerk, pump, and stroke.”
“Jesus Christ, Gemma.”
Fang sat back down, his wariness fading a little as Kas returned to me.
His eyes went dark with lust instead of dark with history, his attention locking onto my fingers in my pussy.
“Keep talking to me.” His hand pumped up and down, his hips rocking into his fist. Don’t stop talking to me.”
“Come with me then. Feel that bliss, that need. Imagine yourself sinking inside me. How wet I am. How hot I am whenever you fill me.”
“God.” He worked himself harder, pain etching his face as more sweat sprang over his chest.
“That cock is yours, Kas. No one else’s. Yours to play with. Yours to use on me however you please.”
He groaned, his pace turning manic.
“Yours to squeeze, to spank, and stroke.” A band of my own release built. “I want to watch you come in the shower. I want you to come all over my breasts. I want you to masturbate whenever you damn well want.” I licked my lips, getting into dirty-talking a bit too much. “I’ll be constantly wet, never knowing if you’re self-pleasuring. I’ll picture you coming all over your fist, jerking like an animal, using yourself while you think of how much I want you. How much I love it when you sink inside me, fill me up, and come so deep inside me.”
His groan turned guttural, his entire body stiffening.
I gasped as my fingers stroked harder, matching his speed. I teased with the pinnacle. I could fall. I could come. I just needed him there with me.
“You’ve made me so needy, Kas. Just watching you kneel there, pleasuring yourself. I don’t think I can wait. I need...I need—” I groaned as my release shot past my control, making my legs snap closed and a heady breath shudder through me. “Oh, God.”
“Fucking hell.” He throttled himself. He sweated and cursed and rode his hand. His entire body looked as if he’d run a race, fought a war, and wanted to curl up in the corner in despair.
But he didn’t stop.
He watched me come.
He fought with that final barrier that caused him so much grief.
Fang barked.
Kas cried out.
And a hot splash of white landed on my chest.
Ribbons of it lashed through the air as Kas claimed back the last piece of himself and came by his own hand. Wetness glistened in his tormented eyes as he half-laughed, half-growled, marking me with every pulse of his orgasm.
Streams of it.
All landing on my skin, a declaration to both of us that he’d won.
The second his body jerked the last time and the cum on my chest cooled, he ripped his hand away from his cock then toppled onto the blanket. Splaying on his back, he panted as if he’d run around our new huge house a thousand times.
Curling up against his side, I laid my head on his sweaty chest. The pounding of his heart thudded against my ear, manic and miserable but also freer than it’d ever been.
“Thank you,” he murmured. “Thank you for everything.”
I kissed above his heart. “Always.”
He let out a ragged sigh, his heart rate slowing. “I should clean you up.”
“Let’s just pause here for a moment. I don’t mind being marked by you.”
He sighed again, whispering. “Love you, Gem.”
I smiled and nuzzled closer. “Same.”
I didn’t know how long we lay there, sticky with shared pleasure, naked, and uncaring. I was happy to never move again.
Kas cuddled me close as the sunshine kept us warm. Fang curled up against Kas’s other side, and a heavy, blanketing calmness filled our wild, private garden.
Bumblebees buzzed.
Happy birds chirped.
And a peace that didn’t just come from shared orgasms but from somewhere deep within our souls settled over us.