Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
I stepped back and leaned over the bed. “Help me get dressed?”
With a low growl, he loomed over my back, and for a heartbeat I wondered whether he planned to take his present right now. In that moment, I wouldn’t have cared about any kind of gentle easing into it.
Instead, he pressed shivery kisses down the length of my spine, dropping to his knees behind me. My cunt clenched in anticipation as he spread me, and I was so sure his tongue was going to sweep over my slit that when the wet warmth brushed over my other hole, I jerked up in shock.
His muffled laugh made me giggle in embarrassment. “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting—”
He lifted his head. “Hasn’t anyone ever done that before?”
“A rim job? Of course,” I scoffed. “Hello, have we met? Of course I’ve had someone’s tongue in my ass before.”
“But not mine,” he said with confidence, and dove his face between my cheeks.
I squealed at the sensation; it was so filthy and wrong, but that titillation was only a small part of what made it feel so fucking good. He swirled circles over every sensitive ridge, coaxed me to relax with flat swipes of his tongue. And when he poked the tip of it inside, my eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned.
No, it wasn’t just the taboo nature of the act itself. It was the fact that he was performing it, touching the most forbidden part of me, proving that he truly desired all of me. Every last inch.
He slid two fingers into my clutching pussy and pumped them in strong, slow thrusts. I slipped my hand beneath me to seek out my clit, adding electricity to the cold sparks of ticklish pleasure he was giving me with his mouth and tongue.
“It’s so fucking good,” I babbled, my middle finger flicking fast over my straining bud and humping against the bed. He held my hips still with one hand against the small of my back, pinning me into helplessness. My toes clenched in the carpet, my muscles tense as my finger, his fingers, his tongue drove me to an aching fullness that grew and grew and finally burst, my legs trembling.
He sat back, fingers still pumping in my dripping cunt. When my hand stilled, he ordered, “Keep going.”
It was too sensitive, too much, and I knew we were far from finished when he stood and went back to the bedside table. He returned with a small, velvety smooth vibrating bullet. “Hands.”
I didn’t know what he meant, but he gripped my elbow and pulled my hand away from my clit. For a split second, I was grateful. Then, he slid the vibrator beneath me, between my labia, trapping it between my sensitized flesh and the bed.
He turned it on.
“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, pressing my forehead into the duvet.
“Hands,” he said again, and I held them out. He maneuvered one behind my back, then the other, and held them there with one hand closed over both my wrists.
“What about tying me up?” I suggested.
A breath hissed between his teeth. “When we have more time. This will have to do, for now.”
A cold stream of way, way too much lube trickled down my crack, over my vulva, to pool beneath me on the duvet. The bottle sputtered; he’d used the whole thing.
His fingers returned to my pussy, now pillowy and tight from my orgasm, and that only seemed to inspire him to be rougher, plunging and twisting as I squealed. The vibration of the bullet intensified, and I realized he operated a wireless control.
The fingers in my cunt withdrew, brushing upward through the globs of lube, coating them. They pressed against my ass. Not one, but two, and they both pushed inside. I gasped at the intrusion.
“I hope that’s not too much,” he warned. “The plug is much, much bigger.”
I could see it. It was right in front of my eyes and yes, it was much bigger than the one I’d worn when I’d arrived. At its widest point, it was so big I wouldn’t have been able to close my thumb and index finger around it.
Logical apprehension broke through my horny fog. “I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
He leaned over me again, his lips close to my ear. “We’ll have to make it fit, won’t we?”
Oh, yes, we will. He dragged his tongue down my spine and dropped to his knees again, fingers working deeper and deeper, scissoring open and closed, stretching me in every direction. And still, I felt the resistance that would be painful later. I wanted that pain, reveled in the cold sweat already breaking out over my skin at the unnatural-feeling intrusion. Make me bad, I begged him silently. Make your princess a dirty girl.
He withdrew his fingers, and I held my breath at the familiar feeling that brought a blush to my face. Then, I felt the cold tip of the plug.