Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
“I missed these hips, this skin, the way you gasp when I touch you right here.” He kisses my hip bone and I whimper, biting my lip. “I missed your mouth, your tongue, your stiff, pink nipples.” He moves up, sucks one, licks and bites it, and I tug at his hair. He sighs, smiling as he rolls his tongue around my sensitive areola. “I missed the way you grab my hair when you’re feeling overwhelmed. I missed overwhelming you, my devil girl.”
He moves down between my legs. I groan as he kisses my inner thigh, licking up and up, toward my soaking, burning core, and he doesn’t stop. No more teasing, no more taking it slow. He shoves my panties aside, tongues me from top to bottom, rolling his stiffened tongue around my clit.
“I missed your taste,” he says, growling as he laps me up. His fingers slide inside my pussy and I’m breathing hard. “I missed making you feel good, Hellie, god, I missed that so much.”
“I missed you too,” I manage to say even though my brain’s currently melting into a puddle of goo inside my skull. “I missed you so much.”
“I refuse to leave again and I refuse to let you go. Can I keep you, Hellie?” His fingers slide deeper, fucking me in and out. “Can I have you?”
“If you keep doing that, yes, you can have all you want.”
He chuckles, sensual and gorgeous. He licks my clit, fucks me with his fingers, going faster. I grab his hair and hold on, moaning his name, overwhelmed, exhausted, terrified, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life, and he doesn’t stop. The beast, the monster, my kidnapper, my everything, he licks, sucks, slides his fingers in and out until I’m twitching, moaning, back arching, coming with his name on my lips. I come hard, groaning, and sprawl back when he’s finished.
A thin sheen of sweat covers my skin. He stands back and undresses.
I watch him do it, at a loss for words. Eyes unfocused, a lazy smile on my lips.
Muscular chest, rounded and defined. Stacked abs that continue on forever, down into that lovely sharp V of his pelvis and his hip bones, his waist tapered, his ass tight and muscular. His tight thighs, ripped and thick, and calves rounded and lean. Everything about him, from fingers to his shoulders, screams sex. He crawls into bed, and even though I try to scurry away, playfully making my escape, he catches me and pins me down on my belly.
“Lovely devil girl,” he whispers as he kneads my ass. His hands move between my legs, cupping my pussy. “This is mine now. I’m staking my claim.”
“Is that your psychotic way of asking me out?”
“I don’t ask.”
“Now you’re getting all macho and controlling?”
“Hellie, I swear, I’ll lock you in that studio for another week until you’re begging to suck my cock if I have to.”
“Oh, honey, tempt me with a good time, go ahead.”
He laughs, bites my shoulder, and spanks my ass hard. I gasp, back arching, a purr escaping my lips. “Fuck you, asshole.”
“Don’t act like you hate it.” His hand cups my pussy again. “Now say it’s mine.”
“Uh-uh, no thanks.”
Another spank. Harder this time. I moan, sensitive skin tingling.
“Say it.” He cups my pussy. I’m so wet I could scream.
“Nope.”
Another spank. Another cup, holding tighter. This time, I grind my hips into his hand.
“Say it, Hellie. You’re mine. This pussy’s mine. No matter what.”
“Give you license to do whatever you want? I know better than that.”
“You’re going to kill me, girl.” He spanks me once, twice, three times. I let out a sharp yelp, but that hand’s back, this time rubbing slowly. I work my hips, grinding harder, and fuck, it feels so good.
“Seems like you’re going to kill me first,” I say, breathing hard, “with all this spanking.”
“If I wanted to break you, I would. No, you just like it when I get you real close, right up to that edge, and then—”
Another spank. I gasp as he pulls my hair and lifts my hips into the air—
His cock presses against my dripping entrance, bare and slick for him, and he slides inside me.
Fuck, that stings, it stretches, and it feels so fucking good I could scream. I am screaming—moaning his name.
He fills me. Goes deep, right to the edge. One hand on my hair, the other on my hips, my face down in the sheets. He keeps me there, and I rock slightly, slowly, wanting him to fuck me so badly it kills.
“Say you’re mine,” he commands. “Or I will keep you right there. I’ll spank you raw and red with my cock filling your tight little cunt and I’ll call you all sorts of nasty names until you finally give in.”
“What kind of nasty names?”