Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Every last cry.
Before I can drag in another fresh breath, his hand rises so that his thumb and forefinger can squeeze my jawbones. The new position forces me to tip my chin higher until I’m thrusting out my breasts.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Scream until there’s nothing left inside. I want everyone in this fucking house to hear you come. I don’t want anyone to ever question the way I make you feel.”
Even though his words should embarrass me, rendering me silent, it has the opposite effect. In this moment of utter ecstasy, I don’t give a damn who hears me. All I can focus on is the pleasure rampaging through my body, lighting me up from the inside out. After my muscles slacken, he curves his hand over my pussy in a possessive way that makes my heart flip flop dangerously in my chest.
“I fucking love when you come.”
It’s only when I force my heavy eyelids open that I realize the water is still running and is about two inches away from cresting over the edge of the tub.
When he relinquishes his hold on both my pussy and throat, a strange sense of loss fills me.
His hands wrap around my waist and he twists me around until I have to fold my legs to sit astride him. The tips of my breasts get smashed against the hard lines of his chest as he draws me closer before reaching to turn off the faucet.
With our faces scant inches apart, the warmth of his breath feathers against my parted lips.
“Do you remember what I said to you the first time I was inside your tight little cunt?”
I blink, thrown off by the question.
Even though he said lots of things, one growled-out comment in particular stands out in my brain. “That the next time you have me, you’d turn me over and mount me from behind, taking me like an animal.”
A slow smile spreads across his face as his eyes sharpen, turning almost feral. “That’s right.”
My belly hollows out. I’ve dwelled on that dark promise more times than I care to admit.
“I never did it, did I?”
I shake my head as my heart thunders painfully beneath my breast.
“I think it’s time we rectify that situation, don’t you?”
DELILAH
His grip tightens around my waist as he removes me from his lap before rising to his feet. Water sluices down his perfectly chiseled body in rivulets as I stare up at him from where I sit. My face is inches from his cock. It’s long and hard. From this position, I’m able to see the pronounced vein that runs the length, throbbing against the skin.
I glance from his thick erection to his eyes, which burn with intensity. Unable to resist, I lean forward, closing the distance between us and flicking my tongue across the tip. His muscles tighten as he cants his hips toward me. That’s all the incentive I need to wrap my lips around his crown and draw him into my mouth. A guttural sounding groan vibrates in his chest as his fingers tunnel through the wet strands of my hair, dragging me closer.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
My gaze stays pinned to his as his eyelids fall, pleasure overtaking his expression. The tension normally written in the lines of his face softens, making him look more like his eighteen years.
This is when I like Austin best. When he pushes everything that eats away at him to the back of his brain and allows himself to simply live in the moment. Pleasure suffuses me that after everything that’s transpired between us, he can lower his guard enough to be vulnerable with me.
When his dick swells, my suction becomes more voracious. I want to stare up at him from my knees and watch as he splinters apart. I want to give him a tiny shred of what he’s shared with me. With a grunt, his fingers tighten around my scalp, and he pushes me away until his cock pops free.
His hands are still fisted in my hair when he drops down until his face is level with mine. “Are you trying to cheat me out of taking what’s mine?”
“No.”
“Good.” He nips at my lower lip, drawing the plumpness into his mouth and sucking it greedily. “Because I won’t be denied.”
With that, he untangles his fingers from my wet strands and slips his hands under my arms before stepping out of the tub. We stand on the bathmat as warm water drips from our bodies and puddles at our feet.
He yanks a fluffy towel from the silver rack hanging on the wall before turning to me. His intentions are written clearly in his eyes. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he swipes the thick fabric over my shoulders and along my arms.
Is he thinking about the time I dried him off after a shower? Memories of what it felt like to explore his muscular body have my core throbbing to life.