Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Our mouths were so close that our breathing coexisted as one. I felt the incessant urge to lean in that last inch and press my lips to his, to ease this ache that was painful.
“Do you want that, sweetheart? Tell me you do.”
“I…” I moaned and felt my eyes become hooded when he slipped his hand under the waistband of my pants, not going as low as I wanted, but the promise of his touch so close to that part stole any words from me.
“Giving you pleasure makes me feel so fucking good. I’d rather eat out your cunt all night long than get off.” He moved his hand another inch lower. “Open for me.”
I felt his voice vibrate against my mouth and tipped my chin up, a silent invitation for more.
“If you’d let me, I’d spread your legs and worship your pussy with my mouth.”
I was so embarrassed by the sounds I was making, and the way I kept pushing my ass back and grinding it against his dick. But he was so hard. So big that there was no way I could stop myself.
I felt so tiny compared to him. And the more I thought of him trying to push that massive length into my body not only terrified me but excited me to the point I felt delirious.
I parted my legs as much as I could given the positioning, but it was all he needed.
Sebastian speared his hand fully between my thighs, a grunt of pleasure leaving him when he came across all my wetness.
“Jesus Christ. You’re fucking soaked.” He slipped a finger on either side of my pussy lips, sliding them down before moving them back up and pinching my clit on the upstroke.
I shivered and found myself gripping his wrist. His hand was still around my throat, my nails now digging into his arm as if that was the only thing keeping me stable.
“You’re going to come for me like the good girl you are.” He ran the pad of his index finger around my pussy opening, and my inner muscles clenched, wanting something substantial shoved deep inside.
When he moved his fingers back up my slit to circle my clit, I bit my lip hard enough I tasted blood. He pinched the bundle of nerves between his forefinger and thumb, gently rubbing them together so that sparks of pleasure exploded in me and there was no way I could stay sane.
“Now,” he growled against my mouth, his lips pressed to mine although he wasn’t kissing me.
We were panting harshly as I gave him what he demanded.
My pussy convulsed and my body seized, the pleasure taking hold of me from the inside out. The ecstasy broke off into a million different pieces of light and sound and exquisite sensation.
And just as that pleasure peaked, I found myself pushed onto my back, my legs spread as far as my pants allowed, and Sebastian relentless as he rubbed my pussy and brought me fully over the edge.
“Sebastian…” His name was a strangled sound, but I was too lost in the sensations to care or feel embarrassed that I’d called out his name as I came.
“Mmm, that’s it, sweetheart. Gods, you please me more than anyone else.”
I arched my back, my breasts thrust outward, my nipples so hard they ached. He made another juicy curse right before he added more pressure to my lips and thrust his tongue inside my mouth.
I felt like a kitten as I latched on to his tongue and sucked, mewling because his flavor washed over my taste buds. He was addicting, the taste of him spicy and purely masculine.
It was the most potent thing I’d ever tasted, and I knew I’d never get enough.
And when he gently pushed the tip of his finger into my pussy, I felt another explosion reach the heights of my consciousness.
He groaned, his cock so hard against my hip as he kept thrusting against me. Back and forth. Back and forth.
His huge body shook a second before he broke away, tipped his head back, and made the most masculine, ecstasy-filled noise I’d ever heard.
Holy shit, he was coming and we weren’t even having sex.
I was riveted to the sight of him, to the sinew and tendons popping out under his golden skin as he strained, to the way his fangs elongated right before my eyes.
I was just coming down from my high, relaxing against the cavern floor, when he opened his eyes and looked down at me.
The red bled out to his natural color, his mouth still parted as he sucked in great lungfuls of air. He still had his hand between my thighs, his thick finger wedged inside my pussy.
A small sound of distress left me when he pulled his finger out and held it between us, the middle digit slick with my pussy cream and sliding down the length.