Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 130159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“I’m watching him devour you,” Beck murmured intimately. “It’s arousing as fuck to see you give yourself to him. But I’m greedy. I want more. I want you to surrender. Spread your legs for him, little girl.”
With a tiny whine, she complied, and Seth eased back, staring down at the most beautiful, glistening pale pussy he’d ever clapped eyes on. Right now, that wasn’t all he wanted to put on her cunt. His mouth watered.
“The good detective has a very singular talent I think he needs to remind you of.”
Heat blasted Seth’s bloodstream like a furnace. Fuck, it was as if the doctor could read his mind.
Then he stopped thinking about Beck as he knelt on the ground beside the bed, cupped Heavenly’s hips in his hands, and yanked her to the edge. Her yelp turned into a long, tortured moan as Seth fastened his mouth over her wet folds. He didn’t bother wasting time teasing her or sampling her. He sucked her in, pulling on her hard clit and tonguing it savagely.
In seconds, she was fisting the comforter, clawing at Beck, and keening for mercy. Seth didn’t have any, especially after her taste hit his taste buds. Having her ride his tongue felt a lot like coming home. In that instant, he didn’t know what the fuck he’d been thinking when he’d genuinely considered not coming home to them, to her, to this. He couldn’t live without these two. Heavenly was the perfect woman for him, and Beck was proving why he was the best possible partner in her pleasure.
“Beck,” she pleaded with him. “Beck…”
“Don’t beg me. That’s not my mouth on your pussy. It’s his. Ask him for what you want.”
She hesitated, wriggling on his tongue like she wanted to him to guess that she ached for the orgasm she wasn’t quite willing to beg for.
Yeah, that wasn’t how he worked.
“Better start talking, angel,” he taunted, thumbing her little pebbled clit in intentionally slow, frustrating strokes.
“More.”
He sped up his teasing circles…but not enough to do anything but make her twist and cry out louder. “Of what? Tell me what you need.”
She bit her lip, her pants audible as he increased the speed of his stroke and jacked her up even higher. “You know.”
“I do, but if you want it, you have to beg for it.”
Heavenly let out a trio of frustrated exhalations, as if she thought she could breathe past the pleasure overwhelming her. Seth made sure she couldn’t.
“Please.”
“Please what?” he demanded.
She didn’t answer right away, and he fastened his mouth on her again, this time toying with her, lashing her with his tongue and backing away until she subconsciously spread her legs wider and dug her fingers in his hair as she pressed him against her pussy.
But she still hadn’t given him the words he wanted to hear, and he wasn’t about to give her any quarter.
Seth lifted away and spread her pussy open, breathing hard and hot on her distended button. “Please what?”
Heavenly bit her lip again, wriggling and fighting. “Let me come.”
“No, I won’t let you. I’ll make you. But you have to beg me nicely.” She needed to acknowledge that he was giving her pleasure before he’d grant her release. “Tears will help.”
And in case she needed extra incentive, he bent and plowed his tongue up her slit again, moaning as he licked up her juices. He targeted her most sensitive spots, lingering over her clit until she panted and huffed…and gave in. “Please make me come. Please…”
“That’s some pretty begging, little girl,” Beck murmured as he took her breasts in hand, strumming and pinching her nipples. “You’re making my cock ache.”
“Please!”
“Yes, I know. But Seth is the one with his mouth on that pussy. Remind me… Who does it belong to?”
“You,” she wailed.
“And tonight, I gave it to him. He alone decides when—or if—you deserve orgasm.”
In response, she cried and writhed, looking at Seth with helpless, beseeching eyes. He felt her silent pleading in every corner of his body. But it wasn’t enough. He might not deserve it, but he needed her to acknowledge him as her Dominant. He needed her absolute surrender. Only that would help him put them back together.
He speared her with two blunt fingers, plunging deep, relishing the way she gasped and clamped her swollen tissues around his intruding digits and begged with her circling hips.
Slowly, he stimulated that spot inside her, just behind her clit, with one hand. With the other, he grabbed the hair at her nape and forced her to look at him. “If you want this orgasm, you’ll get it from me—and me alone. Beg me for it.”
Heavenly fell into his stare, her breaths harsh, her cheeks red. Perspiration dotted her hairline. Her neck was damp with it. Between her breasts dripped with it. Everything about her screamed how badly her body needed what he could give her, but her mind had to comply, too. He couldn’t force this on her.