Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 91862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Oh, God,” I moan.
It’s so good. So damned good. I’m ready to spread my legs and let him plunder me.
“Shh…” he says against my nipple. “No more talking.”
I nod, though he can’t see my head. No more talking. Braden doesn’t like me to talk when we’re making love. Except for that one time in the hotel in Liberty when he suspended his rules.
I loved that experience with him, and I hope we have it again.
But the truth?
I’m thrilled when he makes demands of me. More than thrilled. Captivated. Something in me craves his dominance, craves to obey him. Making love isn’t set in stone. It’s unique to each couple, and Braden and I have our own tastes.
I find all of it thrilling.
He sucks on one nipple while pinching the other in a discordant rhythm that I can’t pinpoint. Just when I think I might expire on the spot if he doesn’t suck harder, he seems to read my mind. He sucks harder, pinches harder, and flaming darts shoot straight to my clit. The anal plug seems to enhance every spark that blasts into me, making everything more vibrant and more beautiful.
Still pinching one nipple, Braden lets the other drop from his lips as he kisses the underside of my breast and then the top of my abdomen. The sensation makes me sizzle. Though my nipple misses his mouth, my flesh quivers at his every touch. He’s getting closer. Closer and closer to tonight’s prize.
And I can’t wait.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Braden’s lips and tongue are on a quest, but he’s taking the scenic route. He meanders along, kissing and sucking at every centimeter of my flesh as I undulate beneath him, trying to guide him to his destination.
He’s going slowly. Making me crave him even more. My ass is pulsating along with my clit. It’s an odd sensation. A very pleasant sensation. Anal sex. The forbidden. The taboo.
Funny, how I still think of it in those terms. Pretty much everything Braden and I do together is considered taboo to most. To me? It’s intimacy with the man I love, and it’s completely normal. I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.
Our souls linked, and our hearts followed.
And right now his lips are following a path we both want.
Finally he kisses the top of my pubic bone, a groan emanating from his throat. “I’m going to miss this sweet cunt tonight, baby.”
I sigh at his words. He’s never used “cunt” before, and the dirtiness of it makes me hotter.
“I’ll take good care of that in the morning, but for now…” He pushes my thighs forward and gently eases the anal plug out of me. “Gorgeous. Dilated and perfect.”
I moan and instinctively pull against my bindings. God, if I could only touch him. His warm flesh, his silky hair, his hard cock.
But I can’t. I’m bound for his pleasure.
And for my own.
He traces my hole with his finger, his breath catching. Then he squeezes a bit of lube into his palm before rubbing it over me.
The lube is warm. He warmed it in his hand.
For me.
“I’m going to take you now, Skye. This is mine. Only mine.”
The head of his cock nudges against me.
“Relax,” he says, his voice dark. “It may hurt at first, and you have permission to speak if it gets to be too much.”
I nod, but I already know I won’t stop him, even if the pain is unbearable. I want to do this for him.
For us.
I breathe. In. Out. In. Out. I stay very aware of my breathing as I wait for him to enter me .
Then I gasp as he breaches my tight rim. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. The sharp pain knifes through me.
I can tell him to stop. I can end this now.
But I don’t.
I let out a breath, forcing my muscles to relax.
“That’s it,” he says. “I’m going to go all the way in now.”
I nod, and he thrusts swiftly. He’s completely embedded in me, and I’m so full. So, so full.
Yes, the pain is still there, but I don’t mind it anymore. In fact, I welcome it. This is the ultimate show of trust between Braden and me. I love it.
“I’m going to pull out now,” he says.
A whimper leaves my throat, but soon I find out he doesn’t mean pull all the way out. He just pulls out to the tip and then slowly pushes back in.
And I’m full again. Complete in a new way—a way that links Braden and me even more profoundly than we were before.
A sheen of perspiration glistens on his forehead. He’s working hard. Holding himself back. He wants to fuck me. He wants to fuck me hard.
I long to open my mouth and tell him to do it, but I’m forbidden to speak.
“Your pussy is glistening, Skye.” He grips my hips but then slides one hand over my center and dips a finger inside. “So wet.” Then he slides his fingers over my clit.