Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
When he halted in front of me, my heart stopped altogether.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
My eyes stared into his.
“Because I meant every word I said.”
I’d always been reckless and stupid, but this was probably the stupidest thing I’d ever done. There was still a chance to get out of it, but I didn’t want to take it. When I saw Victor at the pub, I didn’t feel anything. Anything at all. And come to think of it, I’d never felt anything for any man I’d ever been with. But with Bastian…I did. “Yes.”
He released a slow, drawn-out breath, like my answer was the cause of his misery and his joy simultaneously. His blue eyes flicked back and forth between mine before his hand slid into my hair and his arm gripped me by the waist. In one fluid motion, he pressed his mouth to mine as he tugged me flush against his hard body.
I felt it again, that inferno. It started at my mouth and spread everywhere else, making me burn hotter than I ever had. My arms locked around his neck as I rose onto my tiptoes, our lips moving together like it was our hundredth kiss rather than our second.
He fisted my hair and gave a slight tug as he growled into my mouth. His arm squeezed my back harder, locking me in place against him. His lips deserted mine and rested against my cheek, his deep breaths loud against my ear.
I should want him less, not more. I should have been terrified in that moment, but I wasn’t in the least. I either had a death wish or I really was the most fearless person who ever lived. My fingers dug into his hair, and I directed his lips back to mine.
His kiss was instant, more aggressive than it’d been before, and through purposeful embraces with just the right amount of tongue, he took charge. He kissed me like he had against that tree, kissing me better than any man had ever kissed me before.
I felt it against my stomach again, the outline of a dick he should be very proud of. My hand brushed up against it, feeling the bulge with my palm, tracing his size with my fingertips.
His hands suddenly dove underneath my shirt, pushed my chemise up, and he gripped my tits with his massive palms.
I moaned against his mouth when he took me like a man, when he squeezed me so hard it hurt a little bit. His fingers gave my nipples a pinch before he tugged my shirt over my head and pulled the chemise off with it.
I went for his shirt next and got it off, revealing the rock-hard body that had been tucked away. A hard chest was separated from a tight stomach by grooves that bisected all his muscles. His core was strong like the trunk of a mighty oak. All the lines separating the muscles made him look as if he’d been carved with a knife.
My lips kissed his chest as I undid his pants. I sank to my knees as I pulled the pants off, taking his underwear too. On my knees on the rug, I came face-to-face with the big dick I’d only felt through fabric.
With a hard expression, he looked down at me, the excitement and conflict written all over his face.
My hands gripped his thighs as an anchor, and I brought his dick into my mouth, gave the head a kiss with my tongue.
He sucked in a deep breath and closed his eyes.
It was a big dick, and I had to open my throat wide to get it in.
He sucked in another breath then released a loud moan.
I flattened my tongue and took him in, pushed him as deep as I could take him, but there was only so much I could handle without choking. I pulled him out and moved him in again, feeling him take up every single inch of my airway.
His fingers gripped me by the neck and gave me a squeeze.
I kept going.
His fingers squeezed me a little harder, cutting off my circulation altogether for a moment. With a shaky hand, he held me there, his eyes open and filled with desperation. His hand didn’t let me go, continued to squeeze me.
I should be scared.
Damn scared.
But I stayed calm and kept going, pushed his dick inside my mouth and pulled it out again.
His fingers finally released their hold.
I took my first breath in thirty seconds.
He moved away and took a seat on the couch, his pants still at his ankles, his dick against his stomach. His head was tilted down, and he breathed hard, like it took all his strength to stop himself from doing what he feared most.
I got to my feet and pulled the drawstring to my pants. They came loose around my hips and started to shift down my waist. My thumbs scooped inside my underwear, and I pulled everything down.