Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I lifted his cock and titled my hips, positioning him at my entrance so his next thrust pumped straight into me. My free hand gripped his broad back until I probably was drawing blood with my nails, but he didn’t stop. He took my ass in both hands, lifting me higher against the wall and pounding into me, filling me until there was nothing left to give.
He rocked his hips in some magical way that had me almost ready to orgasm after just a few pumps.
“You are so fucking tight,” he growled.
“Maybe you’re just big,” I breathed.
“I want to feel you grip me,” he said.
I focused on clenching every muscle I could and nearly lost it from the rush of extra sensation. Christian growled loudly, increasing his pace. “Fuck, yeah,” he hissed.
I clenched again and a moan slipped from me. It only seemed to encourage him more.
He surprised me by pausing when he was completely inside me. He reached down between us and rubbed a torturous circle on my clit with his thumb, locking eyes with me. I didn’t exactly need help orgasming, but I wasn’t about to complain.
I locked my ankles behind his back, humping my body into him to fuck his cock while he circled me.
I was moments from climax and breathing hard when he suddenly stopped, pressing into me so hard I couldn’t move against him anymore. The feeling of impending orgasm slipped just out of reach, and then he started again, still watching me with explosive intensity.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Making sure you come so hard you’ll never be able to imagine fucking someone else ever again.”
“That hard?” I breathed.
He smirked, circling me again with his thumb and moving in slow, agonizingly perfect thrusts. It wasn’t long before I was at the edge again and he stopped, watching knowingly as I felt the sensation fade once again.
He turned me around, lifting my hands and planting them on the wall before bending me over in front of him. He reached one hand around me, still toying with me as he took me from behind, one hand cupping my breast and teasing my hardened nipple.
I lost track of how many times he brought me to the edge and stopped. All I knew was I might lose my fucking mind if he kept it up.
I gritted my teeth when he stopped once again and reached behind to grip his ass. I started fucking him roughly, glaring up at him as if daring him to make me stop.
He tried to wrap a hand around my waist to stop me from pounding into him, but I was going to have my goddamn orgasm.
Christian had worn a mask of control and dominance the whole time, but I saw a glint of fear in his eyes as I slammed my ass into him again and again, fucking his cock for all it was worth. His forehead creased and I saw he was just as close as I was.
I gasped out, slamming my palms into the wall and arching my back, sliding my wet ass up and down as my walls gripped his cock.
I felt him twitch inside me and he let out a low growl of pleasure, hands gripping my breasts so hard it hurt as he leaned forward. He pulsed several more times, groaning as I moaned and gasped for breath.
When I finally stood up and turned to face him, he was smiling. “I wondered how long it would be until you took what I was dangling in front of you.”
I stared, open-mouthed. “You planned that?”
“And it was even sexier than I’d imagined. You did amazing.”
I was smiling in self-congratulation when he fell to his knees and put his face between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Usually when guys orgasmed, they were tapped out and done. I wondered if he’d lost something down there and was on his way to find it.
“I’ve been thinking about tasting you again ever since the last time.”
“Oh,” was all I managed. He slid one of my thighs over his shoulder and then lifted the other, taking all my weight and letting me lean my back against the cold shower tiles. I gripped his hair for balance with one hand and planted the other on the wall.
Christian went to work on me with enthusiasm, sucking me between his lips and running rapid circles around my sensitive clit with his tongue. He used his hands to position me so he could slide his tongue down my valley and into my entrance, swirling as he brought his fingers back to work alongside his mouth.
I was still riding the aftershocks of my first orgasm, and I could already feel another banging on the door, waiting to be released.
I closed my eyes, biting my lip as I tried to hold it back. This was fucking heaven. I didn’t want it to stop.