Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
His big fist strokes his length from root to tip. “You remembering how it tastes?”
My gaze shoots to his again. He’s watching me with narrowed eyes, no longer smiling, his expression hard and intense…and so hungry.
And I’m so ready.
“You think I’m going to fuck you now? Nah, not yet. We’ve still got a long way to go before that, making sure you get every bit of punishment you deserve.” His hand jerks harder, rougher, and I can’t stop watching. “This looks real fucking familiar, doesn’t it? Except it was me tied up while you sucked on my cock. But what’s real similar is how you’re about to discover how goddamn hard you can come, even when you hate the fucking sight of the person who’s getting you off.”
He’s all wrong. I don’t hate him. Shaking my head, I try to deny it but go utterly still when he climbs onto the bed again…but lower this time. Settling his shoulders between my thighs.
Sheer need rocks through me like an earthquake, leaving me shivering and shaking. Just a little tease from his fingers made me come harder than I ever have from my own touch. And now he’s going to lick me?
Oh god. Oh god.
His head dips toward my pussy, his warm breath wafting over my slick folds as he says harshly, “But here’s the difference in this scenario: Men, we only come once. Twice, if we’re real lucky. But you? You’re going to come over and over again. Until you break and give me what I fucking want.”
I’m not going to break. I’m not.
But I fight again, wildly pulling at the restraints and bucking beneath him, because I don’t know how much I can take.
Hard hands clamp over my hips, forcing me to still. His thumbs spread me open, exposing my clit to his hungry gaze. The way he looks at my pussy is devouring me already, consuming every bit of my resistance from the inside out. Desperately I close my eyes, as if that will shut out everything that’s coming.
It doesn’t. It doesn’t shut out anything. Not his mouth, so hot and hungry when he dives right in. Not his groan of pleasure when his tongue slicks through my folds. Not the shattering ecstasy when he begins sucking on my clit.
Oh my god, his mouth his mouth his mouth. Unable to move away from the devastating pleasure of it, not even able to writhe my hips, I can only take what Stone gives. And he gives so much. Or he’s just so greedy. I don’t know if there’s a difference between taking and giving when his tongue slides over my clit again and again, if he’s good or bad, I just know that I’m coming and coming, and that he groans in satisfaction while his mouth rides out the helpless convulsions of my flesh.
I’m still gasping, quivering when he bends his head again.
Each time takes longer, but Stone never seems to tire of eating my pussy. Instead each orgasm that he wrings from me only makes him hungrier, his groans deeper, his tongue rougher. But I reach my limit when he’s sucking my clit to a fifth screaming orgasm, when coming isn’t even a pure pleasure anymore but a hot agonizing release of the tension he’d built inside me. As my breath heaves in ragged little sobs, he kisses his way up my stomach, past my breasts, then looks down at me.
Gently he cups my face, his thumbs wiping the drool from the corners of my lips. “Done?”
Shuddering, I nod.
“You have anything to tell me?”
I shake my head.
“Then I’m going to fuck you real hard and real good.” His gaze searches mine when I nod again. “You got any fight left in you?”
None. My entire body is limp beneath his.
His mouth quirks. “Maybe next time I’ll let up sooner, then. But now that little fuckhole is so wet and soft, I could carry a tank between my legs and I’d still slide right in.”
Into me. A shiver of anticipation works through my depleted flesh.
“You want it, yeah?” His voice hardens, his fingers tangling in my hair, keeping my gaze direct on his. “Because I’m into rough but I’m not into rape. You nod so it’s real clear. You want to be fucked?”
So much. My vigorous nod takes all the energy I have left.
Face stark with need, he leaves the bed. Another knock sounds at the door as he swipes the condoms from the fun bag, but he doesn’t even glance that way before heading back. Eyes on me, he rolls on the latex sheath and climbs over my splayed form, his powerful thighs braced between my legs, one hand gripping his turgid shaft and the other sinking into the mattress beside my head as he lowers himself over me.
Aiming his erection to my center, he groans as the thick head parts my pussy lips. “Thought there was nothing better than your taste. But this. Just the fucking feel of you.”