Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“I-I-”
“Did I say you could remove it?” He swirled his fingers around my tight ass.
My desire grew right along with my trepidation.
“No.”
“You know you’re in trouble, don’t you?” He pushed his finger inside.
I moaned at the erotic sensation.
“So much trouble, Goldy.”
“I’m sorry—”
“Not yet. You will be.” He pulled away from me and stood. He wore only jeans and the knit mask. His broad chest was more than just lickable, it was perfect. He looked around, only the moonlight and the dim bathroom nightlight to guide him. His eyes seized on my bedside table where I’d laid the nipple clamps and the rope.
He walked over to the side of the bed and picked up the metallic clamps. They glinted as he examined them. “This is going to hurt, but I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”
He picked up a length of rope and snagged one of my hands, tying it to the headboard before moving on to the next. Once satisfied I was secure, he ran his hands down my body to my legs. He tied each of my ankles, spreading me wide before lashing the rope to the side rails of the bed. He stood back and removed his mask.
I pulled on the ropes binding my hands. There was little give. I was stuck. He gave a grunt of approval as he took in my vulnerable position. He unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the floor. His cock was hard and ready, already a deep red.
My pussy welled at the sight, wetness coating me inside and out.
He crawled back on top of me, his cock resting against my wide open pussy. He took an already-hard nipple in his mouth, teasing it bigger with his tongue. He leaned back and positioned one of the clamps on my breast. When he let the sides go, it squeezed my nipple.
“Jericho!” I struggled at my bonds but it was useless.
A rush of pleasure and pain erupted from my breast and traveled all over my body, the pain going to my brain, the pleasure to my clit.
“This is just the beginning. Better get used to your bear, Goldy. I’m going to do you hot and cold before we ever come close to just right.” He licked the other nipple before placing the clamp on the hard tip.
I bucked up to him, loving the feel of his cock against me even as the clamps bore down on my sensitive skin. I had never known the same sort of rush. It was almost too much, my nerve endings screaming at the onslaught.
“Perfect.” He gripped his shaft and smoothed up and down on my clit.
Sensation washed over me – my pinched nipples, his hard cock, the possessive look in his eyes.
“First.” He pushed his head inside my slick pussy. “I’m going to fuck you here. Then, a little later,” he slid further in, “I’m going to fuck you in the ass.”
I moaned as he shoved all the way in, his balls slapping against me.
“That’s it. Take it all.” He pulled out to his tip and pushed in deep again. My walls clamped around him, embracing his thick shaft.
He leaned down over me and flicked his tongue across the exposed tips of my nipples. I’d thought they would go numb from the constriction. I was wrong. A strangled cry erupted from my throat at the intense wave of pleasure that emanated from the simple caress of his tongue. He kept a smooth rhythm, his cock sliding easily in and out.
“Jericho,” I gasped.
He rose up over me, took a handful of my hair, and yanked my head to the side. When he bit my neck, I whimpered. His mouth fastened on the spot and sucked it lightly, soothing the pain of the bite and sending chills all over.
He was a rough intruder and a doting lover all at the same time. My head spun but I was too enthralled by the movement of his body and the feelings in my own to care about the discrepancy. I only knew one thing for certain, I never wanted him to stop.
I fisted my hands. They were useless all tied up. I needed to touch him, to run my nails down his back and pull his hair. Instead, I was trussed and open. He used me, and I loved every second of it, every thrust of his hips, every deep grunt. The pressure was a slow build in my clit as he took all of me.
He nipped at my ear, his tongue tracing the edge as his thrusts increased in speed and fury.
“I own you, Goldy,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I said. It was true.
All I could do was accept it. He leaned away from me, his green eyes locked on mine. He ran his fingertips over my nipples, making me strain against the ropes. The sensation was too much. My nipples were on fire.