Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Do you want me, little mouse? Will you scream for me? Cry for me?” His fingers turned slippery with my lust, and I couldn’t tell anymore how he touched me, only that he did. He touched me deep, deep inside and massaged hidden parts of me.
My head fell back as my eyes rolled and I gave up entirely. Whatever this was, I didn’t want it to end.
Ever.
Ever.
Ever.
I shifted restlessly, desperately. My attention riveted on his dexterous fingers and masterful manipulation. My breasts turned heavy and aching, my body empty and needing. I entered a galaxy where I was queen and ruler, and my earthly form had to do exactly what I bade.
I want to come.
Come.
Come.
Come.
“Let go, Pimlico.” He reared up over me, his fingers digging deep, his fingernail catching me and adding sharp punishment. His teeth latched onto my neck. His tongue licked my throat. His dominion made me burn until I sizzled like a charred piece of ash.
So close.
So close.
So close.
I panted and gasped as my body strained and willed the heavy cyclone inside to catch me and make me fly.
Elder hissed with heat, wisps of desire seared from him to me. I couldn’t survive while he watched me like that, finger-fucked me like that, stole everything from me like that.
His heavy-lidded glower was that of a beast wanting to eat me alive. His tongue slid along his bottom lip, making me crave. I wanted his tongue on me, inside me, consuming me.
And when he bit his bottom lip, as was his signature trait, I gave up whatever piece of me I’d kept private and threw it wholeheartedly into his possession.
“Good girl, that’s it. Do you feel it?” His voice switched to a purr, pleasuring himself harder, faster, more and more brutal against my hip. “Fuck, I want you so much.” His teeth landed on my ear, biting hard as his pace turned frenzied. The bed rocked, and my hip bruised where he masturbated against me. “That’s it. Come. I’m rubbing your clit, pinching it, hurting it, fucking bruising it if that’s what you need. Ride my goddamn fingers, Pim. Ride me and come so hard you forget to be silent and scream.”
Something happened.
The finale found me.
My rolling eyes locked onto him.
My breath caught.
He scared me, ensnared me, and hurled me up the final crest of whatever my body strove for.
I…
I…
I let go.
And when I let go, I stopped breathing, thinking, living, existing, fearing.
I became nothing more than clenching elements and gushing liquids and heated femininity.
My lips fell into a soundless scream at the sensational heaven of it.
I bucked and trembled and was shoved higher and higher up a mountain I’d never climbed before.
He was tireless, relentless, finger-fucking me so deep I lost all concept of who I was and detonated.
God, I detonated.
I came.
I shattered.
I broke.
Violently.
Hungrily.
Explosively.
It could’ve been seconds or hours, but the spooling bands of ecstasy finally left me boneless and mind-drunk in Elder’s fierce embrace.
The moment I opened my eyes to a spinning room and out of focus lover, Elder removed his fingers, jerked at his belt, and scrambled for his zipper.
He didn’t do it as a striptease. He did it because he was in pain. Brutal, lustful pain. I’d never seen anything so seductive as he yanked his cock out and flinched with overwhelming sensitivity.
The length and girth of his angry erection dwarfed his large palm as he spread his fingers wide and squeezed so hard his knuckles turned white. His face flushed. He thrust into his hand once. Twice.
He was so long and thick. Undeniably ruthless and terrifying. “Look at me, Pim. Watch me come for you. Next time, I’ll be inside you, and you’ll feel me mark you, claim you.” He was utterly shameless, blameless, and caught up in the fury of what we did.
My nipples sprang into an unbearable ache, my womb snatched at emptiness, and in the boldest move of my life, I trailed drunken fingers to my breasts and squeezed.
His nostrils flared, and the sexiest rasp of lust and danger fell from his lips. “Fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me. Do it again.”
I wanted to be reckless for him. I wanted him to know I was looser than I’d ever been. Happier than I’d ever been. I was obsessed with him, and I wanted to brand myself onto his heart, so he never forgot me.
If he wanted me to turn a body—that up until two minutes ago I’d hated—into a porn show, I would. If he wanted me on my knees or contorted into some painful shape, I would.
Because I chose it.
No one else.
I would give him that gift.
He wouldn’t take it without permission.
We were equals.
“Pinch your nipples, Pim. Touch yourself.”
His commands bewitched my brain, making my hands obey without thinking. I arched my back, spreading my legs, confused as to who I’d become but embracing her anyway.