Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“I want to taste you.”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was already gasping with anticipation and pleasure as he licked his way down my body, starting just below my ear. He paused to worship my nipples, making me quiver. Then he kissed my belly and down my hip to my thighs. He rolled me to my stomach, his hand flat on my back to hold me still. He kissed my inner thighs from behind, going back and forth, nipping and licking and sucking the skin until I actually screamed his name in frustration. He only chuckled and murmured, “I won’t be rushed.”
He hoisted my hips so I was bent over and my lady parts were at face level. He got closer and closer to my aching pussy without touching it. I closed my eyes tightly, trying desperately to control myself. I wanted to reach back and grab his big, stupid head and make him do what I wanted, but I didn’t dare. I felt his breath fanning the sensitive skin of my pussy lips.
“Cain . . .”
“You’ve been patient, baby girl.” He dragged his tongue up my lips and I shivered. “You will be rewarded.”
“Ah!” I gasped and rolled my hips as his tongue pressed deep inside me. He worked it deeper and deeper, fucking me slow and deep. For a long time, the only sound in the suite was his encouraging murmurs and my ragged breathing. He held back, though, keeping me on the edge longer than I could have imagined. Sweat was beading my brow by the time I felt his fingertips brush my clit.
“That’s it, Princess. Come for me.”
I did, so help me, I did. I wasn’t sure if it was his touch or his words, or how long I’d already waited, or all of the above. I instantly shattered into a million shards of light, my entire body shaking all over the bed. Cain slipped two fingers inside me and stopped. He wasn’t touching me other than those two fingers. I clenched down on his fingers, my body gripping and pulling on him, but it was no use. He held perfectly still, providing no stimulation at all. I moaned in frustration as the orgasm slipped away, leaving me even more desperate than before.
“Please . . .”
“Good girl. Now let’s do that again.”
I was nearly crying when Cain brought me to another orgasm and stopped just before I peaked, letting it fade away. Then another. Then another. I was incoherent by the fifth time. That time, he pulled away completely and turned me back over. He stared down at me, watching my body clench on nothing.
“Now you know how I’ve felt all these years.”
Cain’s face was dark and serious. I realized he was struggling too. He’d been on edge all day. He gripped his cock and rubbed it against me and I nearly screamed in relief.
“Alright, Princess. You’ve waited long enough.”
He pushed the fat tip of his cock inside me. Just the tip. It was enough. I came, harder than a freight train, as he slowly inched his way inside me. He cursed and grunted as my body tugged at him. He pushed forward, making me come even harder.
“Christ!”
I was still coming by the time he was fully inside me. He braced himself above me, staring down at me with a look of utter concentration. I was dazed, limp from the force of my orgasm. I had never imagined I could come that hard. It was like a small nuclear explosion had gone off inside me.
“Kelly . . . oh, God . . . I can’t . . .”
His sharp jaw was clenched tight, his eyes closed. Finally, he exhaled and looked at me. His hips circled, pulling him out and then back in. We both moaned at the increased pleasure that the friction brought. My orgasm had peaked but it wasn’t quite over yet. Every movement of his thick cock sent tingling waves of aftershocks through me.
The pressure started to build inside me again. I knew I was about to have a double orgasm, separated by less than two minutes. I started to quiver deep inside, pulling at his cock instinctively.
“Cain!”
He grunted at me in answer, his beefy hands gripping my hips as he started to drive harder and faster. He cursed and pulled almost the whole way out before thrusting all the way back in.
“You feel too good,” he growled out. “Not going to last . . .”
“Ah!!!”
I screamed as the second orgasm hit me. It was almost too much. I felt myself starting to pass out from the intensity of it. I was already so sensitive, a feather might have made me come. But against Cain’s magnificent cock? I had no chance.
Random ideas drifted through my dazed mind as I floated there, feeling like I could reach out and touch the ceiling. The man was a Greek god, I thought. Not that I remembered much about history. Everything I knew was from watching the original Clash Of The Titans about fifty times with my mom, who’d had a crush on Harry Hamilton growing up. So whichever Greek god was really good at sex. Maybe Zeus. That sounded right.