Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
I screwed my eyes shut and tried to block out the world, including my impatience. It was dumb anyway. He’d already proven that his way made my body react stronger. If we’d gone my way, we’d be done by now.
I directed all my focus on what he was doing. He kept one hand along my spine, rubbing me absently, while he used the other to tease my ass with the head of his cock. Around in circles, spreading the lube, and then half an inch into me, never more. Not enough to get that stretchy pain feeling.
“I could come right here,” he murmured. “Watch it trickle out of your little hole.”
I clenched my jaw, the images assaulting me, turning me on even more.
“I could also do this…” He eased his cock between my ass cheeks, then used both hands to push the cheeks tightly together. He moaned under his breath as he slipped back and forth, and the heat of him, the soft that met hard, and the vein along the underside of his cock rubbed against me with each pass.
Fucking hell, that felt good. It was way too frustrating and not nearly enough, but it felt good.
I found myself lulled into his assertiveness. Or maybe that word was too strong? Either way, he wasn’t letting me rush him, and I dug that hard.
“If I got off right now, you’d have my come all over your ass.”
“Hnnngh…” Fucking Christ, did he want me to beg? Because I could.
He chuckled huskily and guided the blunt head of his cock back to my opening. “I guess I should mention that condoms don’t exist in my fantasy.”
They never did, big daddy.
“Throw it out before you come,” I heard myself say. “Stroke yourself off and cover me.”
He breathed deeply and gripped my hips. “Maybe I will.”
He had to! He’d seared the damn image into my brain now. I wanted his come all over me. I wanted to roll around in the filth, make out till we couldn’t breathe, and fuck till we couldn’t walk.
I was right there, about to get on my knees and beg him, when he pushed. The pain flared up so instantly that it punched the air out of my lungs, and he didn’t stop. In one smooth thrust, he buried himself balls deep with a moan, and I slammed my fist against the counter.
“Fuck!” Acting purely on instinct, ’cause I knew he was the type of man who’d ask if I was all right, I managed to reach back and hold him in place. My fingers dug into the flesh of his perfect fucking ass, and I just rode through the blazes of fiery pain. Holy fucking shit, why did I get off on pain? Pain hurt. Pain meant suffering.
“Trace, are you—”
“I’m fine, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, I’m fine,” I groaned.
“Thank fuck,” he exhaled. “You said you didn’t want warm-up, and I—”
“I don’t.” I blew out a breath and swallowed dryly. “I’m just the idiot who gets turned on by being taken like a savage.” Lust and desperation built up within me, though the pain raged too forcefully at the moment.
Ben released an out-of-breath chuckle and leaned forward until his forehead landed in the dip between my shoulder blades.
“Christ, you feel good.” His hands were back. That warm, firm touch. They glided up my body, circled my waist, and stroked my chest. “I won’t ruin the moment further, then.” Ruin was a strong word. He was just kind. “Because I…” His voice dropped to a whisper. “…want to take you like a savage.”
The impact his words, his voice, had on me bordered on insane. My asshole might as well have opened up and gone all, “Okay, we’re good to go!” With another shudder rolling through me, my muscles relaxed some, and I automatically pushed against him.
It made him groan against my neck, and he reached down and fisted my cock.
It was as if we melted together, and it frustrated me. If he stayed this close, I got all his body heat and his greedy hands. But that left him no room to fuck me properly.
He made the choice for us. His heat disappeared from my back, and he withdrew his cock slowly before pushing in again.
Okay, good choice. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The wildfire within started raging again, though not as intensely as before.
Within a minute or so, he was fucking me hard, each thrust eliciting the sounds of skin slapping against skin, our heavy breathing, and me shifting up and down on the counter. Couple inches forward, couple inches back.
Another wave of heat fell over us like a blanket, and we got lost under it. There were too many intoxicating sounds and sensations for me to process them all, so everything just stoked the pressure within. From the way I stretched around his cock to the budding bruises along my hips. From the flush that broke out on my body to the slick sounds of the lube.