Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 768(@200wpm)___ 614(@250wpm)___ 512(@300wpm)
I cry out when he bites me, sucking my nipple into his mouth through my shirt and bra. The sensation sends another sharp pulse to my clit, like it's connected directly to my nipples. I've never felt that before. My breasts have never been particularly sensitive. I guess they are for him.
He rears back and shoves my shirt up my body. I don't get a chance to help him before he rips it over my head and flings it away from me. He pauses for a moment, looking down at me. His eyes are blazing, and I know he likes what he sees.
"Jesus Christ, Mila," he breathes, biting his lip like he isn't sure where he wants to start. And then he's on me again, yanking the cups of my bra down. Before I even feel the air against my overheated skin, he's right there. He pushes my breasts together and buries his face in them with a soft groan. "Your tits are fucking perfect," he says.
I don't get a chance to respond before he latches on, pulling one nipple into his mouth while his rough hand kneads the other. My hand plays through his hair, holding him to me, pulling, scratching…anything to get him to keep doing what he's doing to me.
The sensations buffeting my body are so strong I think I'm going to come apart at the seams. He hasn't even gotten me completely naked, and I'm already on the verge of an orgasm. He's a force of nature raging against me. I've never felt anything like him before.
"Take your shorts off," he barks, jerking backward when I try to wrap my legs around his waist. It's like he knows I'm right there, and he isn't going to give it to me. He's playing with me. Punishing me. He isn't going to let me come until he wants to let me.
That knowledge shouldn't make me as hot as it does, but it does anyway.
My hands shake as I fumble to undo the button on my shorts. He doesn't offer to help me. He just watches me, his gaze riveted to my body like he's got all day to wait. It takes me a minute, but I finally undo the button and jerk the shorts down before kicking them off.
"Now, your panties."
Jesus, that voice. It's hard and demanding, making it clear that he's the one in charge here.
I consider denying his request simply because I think he likes being challenged, but I don't particularly want to deny him anything at the moment.
Deciding to obey him, I hitch my fingers into the sides of my panties and pull them down. Part of me wants to clamp my legs together to hide myself from his gaze. Part of me thinks that's what I should do, what I'm supposed to do. Some tiny part of me thinks I should be ashamed of my body—I'm too curvy, too thick—but I'm not ashamed. Not with him.
I let my legs fall open, allowing him to look at me.
"Goddamn, baby." The tip of his tongue darts out to play along his bottom lip like he's trying to taste me on him already. The look in his eyes makes it clear that he likes what he sees. No, he fucking loves what he sees.
I'm so turned on I can't help but wriggle against the marble beneath my back. I want him on me, in me. I want him everywhere, and I don't want to wait.
"I knew you'd be soaked for me," he mutters, his gaze flicking up to my face. His eyes lock on mine. "I need you to be honest with me right now, baby. How far have you gone before now?"
"N-not far."
"Oral?"
I shake my head no. "Heavy makeout sessions, mostly. Grinding. Um, he got off a few times that way."
"You never did?"
"He wasn't very good at it," I say with a shrug and then swallow. "I've never been naked with anyone."
"Good," he practically purrs as if this admission satisfies the hell out of him. "That little prick didn't deserve to look at this perfect body. He damn sure didn't deserve to put his filthy hands on you. But I'm not him. When you're with me, you're going to learn exactly how fucking good you're supposed to feel."
I lick my lips, nodding. I have a feeling he's going to teach me things that will knock my world out of orbit.
"Touch your pussy for me, Mila."
I shouldn't. I shouldn't be ready to orgasm at the thought of him watching me get myself off, but I am. If this is how the next two weeks start, I'm all in.
My hand trembles as I slide it down my body, over my stomach and hips. I tease him for a minute, letting my hand get so close before I move on across my inner thigh and then up my hip.