Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
of my willpower to keep still. I just want to jump on top of him and be
fucked as hard as humanly possible, but I don’t want to ruin this - I mean,
the anticipation is completely murdering every hint of rationality in me, but
I can’t say I’m not enjoying this… and in a most wickedly indecent way.
Maybe I just like being tortured like this.
Pinching my nipple gently, he keeps the pressure there for a few
seconds, and then lets go of it, his finger once again going down and over
my stomach. I almost start praying for him to go lower, to caress my folds
on the way down, but his movements don’t take him near my pussy: he
simply moves his finger up and down from my navel to my breasts,
caressing my nipples every time he gets near them and making me breath so
hard I don’t even know how in the hell I still haven’t passed out. My skin is
prickling, my muscles burning with so much desire I might just
spontaneously combust any time now.
“You want more, don’t you?” Arsen asks, still grinning as if he owns
me, and damn, right now he does own me. “You want my cock in that tight
little mouth, don’t you?” I nod, moving my head up and down with anxious
movements. I must look desperate right now. But it’s true, I really, really
want his cock… No, I need it. “Take off your skirt,” he says with that
commanding tone of his, his fingers still caressing one hard nipple. I hook
my fingers on my skirt and, swaying my ass from side to side, push it down
and let it fall on the floor at my feet. His eyes go from my breasts to my
thong, and I can almost feel him peeling it off of me just with the power of
his mind. Unconsciously, he licks his lips, almost as if he wants to devour
me like he did yesterday.
“I can’t wait to bend you over and feel my cock deep inside of you...
But first,” he leans toward me, his lips against my ear as he speaks, “you’ll
have to come.” As the words roll out over his lips, he slides his finger all
the way down to my thong, pressing one fingertip over my clitoris in such a
way that I simply see red. My muscles spasm and jerk, and I feel my knees
buckling under my weight. Holy hell, is this really happening? One touch of
his on my clitoris and I’m already coming, waves of pleasure crashing
against me in a devastating way. How is this even possible?
“Good girl,” he whispers. “But it’s not enough. I need more.” With that,
he grabs my thong and pushes it against the side of my outer thigh, ripping
it off of me in one sudden and violent movement. I let out one loud moan as
I feel the fabric tearing and then sliding over my skin, the cool air caressing
my drenched pussy. He throws my thong to the floor and, pulling me in
with one arm around my waist, he presses two fingers against my clit and
starts to rub viciously, my muscles tensing up and charging with electricity.
I almost fall into his embrace, my knees still week from the orgasm; I’m
like a ragdoll, supported only by his strong arms.
Pressing my head against his chest, I shut my eyes and simply surrender
to the devastation he is unleashing inside of me. I can’t see or hear—the
whole world is nothing but a blur to me, the only thing in existence right
now being his fingers on my clitoris. And, sweet Jesus, does he know how
to use them! He rubs them in fast circles, applying just the exact amount of
pressure to make me moan as if I’m losing my sanity.
“Come,” he whispers, and I feel my body starting to convulse. My
muscles spasm and all the electricity they held inside of them rages free
through my body, taking over every single one of my nerve endings and
flooding my brain with an ocean of pleasure. “More,” Arsen whispers
again, turning his wrist and letting his fingers slide down from my clit to
my folds. Without even letting my orgasm subside, he slides his two fingers
inside my pussy, moving them in a hook motion and guiding them all the
way toward that sweet maddening spot inside of me. His fingertips pressed
tight against my G-spot, he starts rubbing me there, pressing on my clit with
his thumb. “I love the way you moan when you’re coming, Ashley,” he
says, moving his fingers in and out of me at break neck speed. I don’t know how I’m surviving this. I truly don’t. A few flicks of his
wrist and I explode again, my mind a nuclear wasteland. I don’t even moan
this time. I simply let my body be taken over by a seizure of ecstasy and
throw my arms over his shoulders, supporting myself as my knees grow
weaker.
Slowly, he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to my lips. I’m breathing