Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
His fingers suddenly slipped out of me, and I could feel the length of his cock sliding against my cleft, the head touching my clit.
One of his hands moved away as his body shifted, lifting up slightly for him to reach for his wallet.
Shameless in my own desire, my hips rocked against his cock, creating the friction I so badly needed. But then he was shifting me away so he could slide on the condom.
“Need my cock that bad, huh?” he growled as I let out a grumble. “You can have it now,” he said, pulling me down with his free hand again as he fisted his cock with the other. “If you take me all the way,” he added.
Was he big?
Yes, very.
But I was so wet and aching for him, that I didn’t even hesitate as I shifted over him more, then dropped down my hips, taking him deep with one quick motion.
The sound of his curse was muffled by my moan as my body acclimated to the fullness of him.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he hissed, his hips rocking up into me slightly, creating a little pinch that had no right to be as hot as it was. “Fucking ride me, baby,” he demanded, voice rough, sounding as desperate as my body felt right then.
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that.
My arms wrapped around his neck for leverage as I started to move, slowly, carefully at first, then gaining in speed as the need for release got stronger and stronger.
“Yeah, squeeze my cock,” Bael growled as I felt the tightening for a second before the spasms of my orgasm started, making me cry out as the pleasure bloomed through me. “More,” he hissed as I clung to him afterward.
“I can’t,” I told him, sure my body didn’t have it in it.
“You can,” he objected, grabbing me, then tossing me onto the couch at his side as he knifed up, then reached down to grab my hips, dragging them up into the air as my face stayed smushed in the cushions.
He slammed inside of me from behind. Hard. Fast. And the way he fucked me afterward was the same. Fierce. Unrelenting. Determined, it seemed to prove me wrong.
It wasn’t long until I knew he was right.
Because my recently-sated body started to getting just as needy once again. My fingers clawed at the cushion as Bael’s nails dug into my hips as he yanked me back against him each time he slammed inside me.
The roughness and the new position had me close to that peak faster than seemed possible.
One of Bael’s hands left my hip, sliding between my thighs to work my clit as he fucked me.
“No, I want to hear it,” he snarled, grabbing a handful of my hair and yanking hard, making pain shoot across my scalp when I tried to press my face into the cushions to quiet my moans. “Let me hear you fucking scream for me,” he hissed, fucking me harder still as he tightened his hold on my hair as his finger swiped just right, making the orgasm slam through me.
I swear I damn near blacked out from the intensity of it as I did just what he wanted. Cried out for him. Cried out his name for him as the waves crashed and crashed.
I wasn’t aware of anything else but the pleasure as it moved through my whole body from my core to the tips of my toes and the top of my scalp.
I wasn’t even fully aware of his hands releasing me entirely, making me slam face-first into the couch cushion as he, I imagined, finally found his own release.
All I did know, though, was that when I finally got some sort of control over myself, rolling onto my side on the couch to look back at him, there was an almost panic-stricken look on his face.
Seeing my gaze, though, he locked his expressions down tight, leaving nothing for me to try to decipher. It was gone so quickly that I was almost sure I was imagining it.
“Feeling better?” he asked, giving my ass a hard slap that echoed across my apartment as he fisted his pants with one hand as he stood.
“I, ah, yeah,” I said, brain a bit too fuzzy from all the orgasms to come up with anything else.
“Good,” he said, then turned and walked off toward my hallway.
I watched as he disappeared into the bathroom.
What was the protocol here?
I hated even to admit it, but I’d always been a boring bed-sex kind of girl. Even foreplay happened in the bedroom. So being stark naked in my living room was something new entirely.
Was I supposed to stay like that? Did that exude more confidence?
Or was the correct thing to jump back into my clothes? Especially because he was pretty much completely clothed still.