Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
His hand cups the back of my head, not to force but to give the impression of control which dampens my panties. By the time Kain fucks me, I’m going to be a slippery mess.
With each thrust, I open my throat, taking Kain so deep my nose brushes the neatly trimmed hair encircling his cock, and his eyes become almost frantic. I can make him come this way, with just a little swallow reflex and a well-timed vibrating moan, but maybe he won’t want that. Maybe he’ll want to save his release until he’s inside me. Or maybe he’ll like me to watch him spray it all over my stomach. Any of those options sound amazing to me.
“I’m going to come,” he says so deeply that my toes curl. “Do you want to swallow?”
I nod, already feeling the taste of his cock intensify with each pass. He doesn’t get rougher with his thrusts. In fact, the perfect control he exerts over himself is something to witness. Instead, his grip in my hair intensifies until it’s almost too painful, and then he releases, hot and slick into my throat, his face tipped to the heavens like he’s thanking the almighty for the epic release. His cock slides from my lips and I swallow like the good girl I want to be for him. I rest my hands on my knees, taking an obedient position in the shadow of his powerful frame as his fingers tease my hair and he tucks himself away.
“You look good on your knees for me,” he murmurs, through a throat that sounds constricted with pleasure. “But it’s time to get up.” He holds out his hands and I slide mine into his grip, allowing him to help me to my feet, feeling tiny even when I’m standing up to my full height. Kain’s finger lazily traces my clavicle and then lower, to the lace cups of my bra.
“You look so sweet and innocent dressed like this,” he murmurs.
“Is that what you like?”
He kisses me again then, his tongue slick against mine, showing me just how much he likes it. With a firm grip, he takes both my wrists, forcing my hands behind my back and securing them in one hand. With the other, he grasps my jaw, tipping my face to his.
My legs tremble with arousal and anticipation as Kain makes his ability to overpower me obvious. This is what I want. It’s what I need. It’s something I’ve never found with any other man.
How far will he take it?
I hope all the way.
“This body is mine,” he whispers darkly. “Your perfect tits, mine. Your soft lips, mine. That deep throat, mine to use. And your pussy…” Kain pauses for effect, glancing down between us to where I’m squeezing my thighs together. “I’m going to ruin your pussy for any other man.”
“What about your brothers?” I whisper, forcing my chin higher with defiance.
“They’re going to ruin your pussy too,” he growls.
With quick action, he pushes me two paces until the back of my legs touch the mattress. Keeping a grip on my face and hands, he lowers me until my back touches the soft white comforter and remains over me, staring as though he can’t quite believe what we’re doing. For effect, I struggle a little, trying to pull my hands free, but they remain perfectly in his expert hold. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he whispers, his words tickling the tips of my nipples. “You can keep your hands behind your back like a good girl, or I can tie them up?”
“I’ll keep them there,” I say quickly, wanting to please him. Needing him to know that I relent to his demands. There will be other days when I’ll let him bind me.
His fingers disengage from my wrists, easing out from behind my body. He presses a harsh kiss to my mouth before he pushes up on his arms, biceps bulging, his shirt pulling taut. When he straightens, he pulls the tee over his head with one hand in a move that I wish I had captured on video for all eternity.
Shit. Kain should be illegal. He looks too good. Smells too good. Feels too good.
He tosses the shirt onto the floor, his eyes never leaving mine. “Put your feet on the bed.”
My body snaps to attention, doing as he’s ordered, even though it will leave my legs open and my pussy spread behind the flimsy fabric of my panties.
“That’s it,” he says. “Perfect.”
One thick finger trails from my knee, down the inside of my thigh, and I struggle to stay still, fighting a losing battle against my body’s responses.
“Still,” he barks, and I jump, holding my back in its unnaturally arched position, anchoring my abdominals to remain as motionless as possible.