Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 621(@200wpm)___ 497(@250wpm)___ 414(@300wpm)
Brave?
Brave was escaping from a middle-aged asshole who wanted to rape her. It was bringing the FBI down on a cult to save her friends.
This wasn’t brave.
This was . . . it was crazy, it was foolish.
It was . . . holy hell. Amazing.
She sucked in a breath as he ran his tongue along her slit a second time. Why . . . why did that feel so good? Her breathing grew faster and she placed her arm over her eyes as he rubbed his tongue against her clit.
A low moan escaped her. How could she stop herself from coming when his tongue could do this?
He moved away and she reached down with her other hand, trying to grab hold of him, to drag him back.
“Nooo,” she cried out. “Don’t stop.”
“My poor girl. You’re already all wound up. So wet and delicious. But we’re just getting started and if I don’t give you some breathers, you’ll come all over my face.”
“Is that wrong?”
“No. But you’re not allowed to come without my permission, remember?”
She didn’t like that word. Permission. Cat was long past the day of asking anyone’s permission to do something.
What if she told him that she wasn’t going to wait for his permission? Would he stop?
No! She couldn’t stand it if he stopped.
But when his mouth returned to her pussy, all thoughts of rebellion fled.
His tongue went lower this time before he grabbed her behind her legs, pressing them back to her chest, completely opening her up.
Then his tongue entered her passage. This was wrong. So wrong. And yet, she wanted more.
“Please. Please. Please.”
With her free hand, she held on to the covers beneath her, searching for something to anchor her.
“Oh. Ohhh!”
His tongue slid free and she whimpered at the loss. But then a finger took its place. He slowly moved it in and out of her passage while his tongue toyed with her clit.
It was too much. She was sooo close. Her breath caught. Right there. She was right there.
Then he drew back.
“You are being so mean! That’s not fair! I was going to come!”
“Angry little kitten. You’re not in charge right now, Catherine.”
Urgh.
She wanted to hear her real name from his lips. Catherine wasn’t her.
And she wanted to be in charge. She didn’t like this submissive stuff.
You’re so full of crap.
You like him taking control.
If anyone else had done the things he had, she would have kneed them in the balls by now. But with Alejandro . . . there was just something about him that made her feel so safe.
Like it was all right to let go and have someone take charge.
All these years, she’d felt like she had to be in charge. Mama hadn’t been great at making decisions. She’s always been looking over her shoulder too much to ever look forward.
And that’s what Cat had tried to do for her.
Then, after Mama disappeared, Cat had tried to be as independent as possible so Jake and Elsie didn’t have to worry. So they didn’t have any reason to regret looking after her.
So maybe there was some relief in letting someone else have the reins.
Not that she’d tell him that.
Lord, his ego was already out of control.
“That’s the last time I help you, Preciosa. You have to learn to control your orgasms. If you want to come, you have to beg me prettily.”
Fuck. Screw that. No way was she begging.
Not. Happening.
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“Please. Please, please, please, please,” Cat begged.
Yeah, so much for not begging.
She’d lasted about two minutes.
“Oh, my poor girl. You really need to come, don’t you? You’re so wet. Look at what you’ve done to my face.”
She really, really didn’t want to.
Because that sounded horribly embarrassing.
But he stopped moving his fingers in and out of her passage, and she knew he wouldn’t do anything more until she looked. So, taking a deep breath, she moved her arm from her eyes, and stared down her body at him.
Sure enough, both his lips and chin were wet.
Holy. Heck.
Then he licked his lips.
Dear. Lord.
That shouldn’t be so hot. But it was. With a groan, she lay back. And he returned to torturing her.
“Please, Alejandro, Sir! I need to come,” she cried.
God. Could Bernard hear her? Maybe.
Did she care? Nope, she decided she didn’t. She’d beg as much as she could if it got her what she wanted—release.
“Please! I need to c-come!”
“Not yet. I’m enjoying myself too much.”
He was enjoying himself? Well, she was glad one of them was.
Oh, who was she kidding? She was having a great time.
She just wanted to fucking well come!
And then she couldn’t hold back anymore . . . she was incapable of doing anything but riding the wave of the orgasm as it raced through her, making her cry out and shudder.
He moved his fingers from her passage, then licked them slowly as he climbed to his feet.