Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 131799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
My breath quivers as I try to hide the effects he has on me. He’s hardly touched me, and I feel like I could combust.
“My beautiful Bridget,” he breathes as he slides my gown down over my shoulders until it pools on the floor. I stand before him, naked and vulnerable.
He steps back and circles me as his eyes memorise every inch of my skin.
“Where will I start?” he murmurs.
My eyes close as I hold my breath. I want to start, I can’t help myself.
Without a word, I drop to my knees in front of him and his eyes flicker with arousal. “Good girl,” he breathes as he strokes my hair. I kiss his groin through his jeans, and he flexes his penis. I smile against him. He slowly undoes his jeans and slides the zipper down.
I lean forward to kiss him and he pulls away from me. “Wait,” he commands.
I close my eyes and try to control my erratic heartbeat.
Ben’s in control in the bedroom. Since the very first time, he’s always been in control.
I never knew I needed to be dominated, but he saw that in me. He brings out another side to my personality that no other man ever has.
Sex has always just been sex, and it was always good. I didn’t know that there was more to it, though. Sex with Ben is life-changing.
He completely owns me.
He slowly slides his jeans off and kicks them to the side, then lifts his shirt slowly over his head. My body starts to thrum with arousal.
His body is so strong and beautiful.
Made for me and my pleasure.
He slowly gives himself three long strokes and I watch on, waiting for my turn. He’s done this before and brought himself to orgasm without letting me lay a finger on him. It’s as if he likes to torture me a little before I get to touch him. He slowly feeds himself into my mouth, and I close my eyes as I taste him.
I inhale deeply. Ben has his own scent. It’s masculine, fucking hot, and drives me wild.
I swear, if I could make this into a cologne, I would make a fortune. I lick his tip and he smiles sexily as he watches me. He tenderly takes my hair and holds it back as I take him deep. He hisses in approval. “Oh, yeah, angel.” I take him deeper. “That’s it, baby.” He smiles darkly.
He grabs my hair with both hands, and as his arousal builds, so does his grip on me. With two handfuls of my hair he begins to ride my mouth with deep, hard strokes.
It took me a while to learn how to take him like this. I had to learn how to control my gag reflex.
With other men, you just mess around with the tip of their penis and they are mollified, happy with any attention. But Ben wants his whole cock down your throat, and he won’t have it any other way. With every thrust his stomach muscles clench, and I see his eight-pack glisten with a faint sheen of perspiration.
Holy fucking hot.
My hands roam up and down his athletic thigh muscles, around to his behind.
His breathing picks up and I feel him swell as he tips his head back to the ceiling. “Fucking hell,” he whispers before he pulls out of my mouth and throws me onto the bed. He drops to his knees beside the bed and drags my body over to him. He puts my legs over his shoulders and drops his head.
My heart stops, and I hold my breath. He kisses me so softly that I can hardly feel it.
My mouth hangs open as I wait. He kisses me again and again, so soft that it’s just a promise. Oh, God, I can’t breathe.
Then he kisses me with an open mouth, and my whole body shudders.
I feel him smile into me. “You like that, baby?” he whispers against me.
I nod and put my hands on the back of his head, unable to answer. He licks deeper and deeper, and then he bites my clitoris and stretches it out. I nearly jump of the bed.
He chuckles, and I feel the vibrations deep inside me.
Oh, God. He brings up his hand, pulls me apart, and slides two of his fingers inside me. My legs start to close, and he pushes them back open.
He adds another finger, and another, and then he starts to ride me so hard that the bed is hitting the wall.
“Ah…” I cry out.
The sound of my slick arousal echoes through the room.
He bends to lick me again and his eyes close in pleasure. “You’re going to have to ride me, angel. I’m too wound up. It’s been too long. I’ll hurt you.”
I push him back. “Now,” I cry. “Now, Ben.”
He laughs and falls to the bed, and I rise and swing my leg over him as he holds my hand. He holds himself up, and with his hand he slowly guides my hip to ease me down onto him. I rock to the side as I try to loosen myself up. We struggle for a moment. He circles my clitoris with his thumb and I open for him to slide home.