Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Get on your hands and knees, baby. I need to fuck you harder.”
I did as he said and buried my face into the pillow so he couldn’t see the heat rising from my chest to my face. I felt so exposed in this position. I could feel his eyes take in all of me. His hands ghosted up my thighs to my ass, where he spread my cheeks a little.
“I was the first one in this perfect, sweet little cunt. I will be the first to take this perfect ass too, but not tonight.”
I didn’t even know what that meant, but he placed a kiss on the base of my spine and sent shivers running up my back. He licked a quick stripe from my clit to my opening and then up higher, all the way to my spine. My breath caught at the strange sensation.
That didn’t feel primal. It felt sinful in the best way possible, but it wasn’t what I needed at that moment.
“Reid, please.” I still had no idea what I was begging for.
“Don’t worry, princess. I have you.” He pressed his cock to my opening and slid in with one long, fluid motion.
This position was so much better.
It put all the pressure in the places inside of me that just felt magical. He didn’t wait for me to adjust. He pushed inside me over and over in a way that was brutal and almost violent.
His body bent over mine while I pushed up my hips and spread my knees to give him an even deeper angle. A move he rewarded, reaching in between my legs and strumming my clit with his fingers.
My head spun as I tried to process that he was saying something. I didn’t answer him fast enough, and his hand slammed down on my ass.
“Are you going to be my good girl and come on my cock, or do you need to be punished first?” He gave me another warning smack on my ass.
“I want to be your…” My words trailed off when he lowered my head and chest to the bed, flattening everything but my hips that were tilted at a more severe angle, putting just a little pressure on my lower back.
“Say it,” he demanded, and I realized the best part of this position.
I wasn’t facing him.
I could close my eyes and pretend I was someone else, someone who could give in to the carnal pleasure without the weight of her obligations. I could close my eyes and be anyone else who could freely enjoy Reid and give him everything she was.
I gave in to the fantasy. “I want to be your good girl.”
“What was that? Whose good girl do you want to be?” he asked, spanking me again.
His voice sounded a little off, like he had been running a marathon, and I loved it. He was losing himself in this as much as I was, and I needed it.
“Who do you belong to?” he barked, the slight pain adding to the immense pleasure.
“You,” I cried as I plummeted over the edge and screamed. “I’m yours!”
“You’re damn right, you’re mine.”
He continued to fuck me as I rode out my incredibly strong orgasm, until with a shout, he filled me with his hot come.
Reid lay on the bed next to me and pulled me in his arms so my back was pressed to his front, and he kissed my shoulders as my eyelids became too heavy to keep open.
I woke up hours later with his hands roaming my body, his lips pressed to the sensitive spot on my shoulder.
“Charlotte,” he whispered.
I didn’t dare answer him, in case speaking broke whatever spell we were under. Instead, I turned in his arms so I was facing him and pulled his face down to mine.
This time, when he took me, he was soft, gentle, and sweet.
His lips stayed on mine, and my legs wrapped around him while he pushed inside me deep and slow. It was different than before. This wasn’t a claiming. He wasn’t telling me he owned my innocence.
He was showing me affection, and it made my heart ache, and tears burned my eyes.
This was what I wanted my wedding night to be. This was the dream that I had been too afraid to even ponder.
I wanted a man who could take me with passion and wild abandon in one moment but in the next make love with a sweet, gentle disposition.
Reid was the best of both worlds, and I wanted him.
Only him.
I didn’t want to be with anyone else.
I didn’t want to be forced to marry someone through family obligations, who couldn’t make me feel the way Reid did.
“Don’t cry, Charlotte. Just stay here in this moment with me.” He kissed me again, and I did as I was told.
I stayed in that moment with Reid, letting him show me all the things I didn’t know I was capable of feeling.