Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Don’t, or I’ll flip you over and sink into you now,” he warned me.
I lifted my gaze to look at him. “I told you, that’s what I want.”
He growled. “Get your pussy up here. I need you ready. It’s not easy for you the first time.”
I knew it was supposed to hurt and possibly bleed. I didn’t care. I liked pain with pleasure, it seemed. But I did as I had been told, and with my knees on each side of his head, I slowly lowered myself.
“That’s it, baby. I can smell you. Now, bring it here.” His hot breath tickled the inside of my thighs.
When his tongue flicked at me, I gave him more, no longer caring how strange this position seemed. His mouth was on me, and it felt wonderful. He began sucking my clit, and I did as he’d told me. I rode his mouth. His tongue sank inside me so deeply that I cried out louder than I ever had.
“B-b-bite me,” I pleaded.
He did it immediately, and I was so close. I could feel it building. My legs shook, and he moved one of his hands from my thigh to hold open my folds as he licked and sucked deeper.
“I-I-I’m c-c-c-coming!” I shouted, and he pulled my clit in to suck it just before he gave me one more bite.
My body went slack, and he moved me and somehow flipped me over onto my back with ease. My eyes fluttered open, and his boxers were off. He was rolling a condom down over his penis. He licked his lips.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can,” he told me, brushing hair back from my face. “But I might lose it once I’m inside you.”
“Please, f-f-fuck me,” I pleaded, using a word that I knew would make him snap.
His eyes flared. “Damn it,” he cursed, and with one thrust of his hips, he was inside me.
It was a sharp pain, but mixed with the sensation of being completely stretched and filled, it was pleasurable.
He held still, his breathing ragged in my ear. “I gotta move, Bryn.”
I lifted my hips to encourage it, and he slid back, then pushed inside me again. Opening my legs wider, I moaned at how incredible it felt. I wanted more of that. He did it again and again. My cries got louder, as did my begging.
“Your pussy is so tight; it’s squeezing my dick,” he said in my ear. “This has to hurt you.”
“S-s-so g-g-good. M-more,” I managed to get out between my pants.
“You want it harder?” he asked.
I nodded my head.
He began moving faster, and his thrusts were harder. I clawed at him, pleading for more, and I was sure if he ever stopped, I would die. Nothing in my life had prepared me for how life-altering sex was. There was so much to feel, and my body was wild with trying to take it all.
“My pussy,” Rio said as the vein on his neck stood out, his face red. “Mine. This is mine. I took it. I own it,” he said as his pumping turned as frantic as I felt.
I wanted to scream, yes, it was his. If he promised to do this all the time, he would own me.
“Tell me it’s mine,” he said, looking down at me, then pressing a kiss to my lips.
“It’s y-y-yours.”
He growled, “All mine.”
It broke free inside of me then. The building that I had known was coming. The promise of pure ecstasy. I erupted and screamed his name.
I heard him shout my name as his body jerked against mine over and over.
When my world finally stopped spinning, Rio gathered me in his arms and pulled me to his chest. We were both gasping, and I could hear Rio’s rapid heartbeat under my ear as I lay on his chest.
He slowly ran his hand through my hair over and over.
My eyes grew heavy, and I was unable to stop from closing them. Just for a minute.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Saint was waiting on me when I stepped out of the dressing room after work on Monday night.
When I’d arrived, I’d asked Marley to cut my work days down to two a week, and I had expected Saint to say something about it. I had been the one to ask for more shifts until I was working five days a week. There had been weeks I worked six days straight.
I had money in savings and plenty in my checking account. There was no need to keep working so many shifts. This was about me. At least, that was what I kept telling myself. I didn’t want to make this about Rio. I had barely seen him since Friday night. Our work schedules didn’t match up, and his pops had fallen Sunday night, so Rio was over at their house again, helping with him.