Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
I tighten my arms around him, reveling in the hard feel of his muscles. His hand slips inside the gossamer bodice of my robe and closes over my breast. His thumb brushes the nipple, and I cry out against his mouth. He’s hot to the touch.
“You feel so good.” Beck’s voice is a low growl, and there’s an almost drugged quality to it.
My hands go to the front of my robe. I can feel how much it would please him to see me. He wants to look at my breasts and see my pussy. He wants to lay me bare and fuck me until I can’t remember a time he wasn’t inside me. I can’t hear actual words, but I can fill the intent. I start to pull off my robe, but his hand comes out and stops me. His face is filled with a savage possessiveness. The fine edge of his madness is still present, still trying to take over.
“No,” he bites out, the word grinding between his teeth. “That is mine. It is not for their eyes. On your knees, bondmate. They need a show before I can claim you, but they will not see you.”
He pushes me down by my shoulders. My knees hit the sand, sinking in slightly. The entire episode feels like a hazy, utterly erotic dream. I’m drugged with lust. I know exactly what he wants. I can see a picture of it in my mind and know that Beck is putting it there. He wants me on my knees, his cock in my mouth. Even through the haze of lust he’s hitting me with, I can hear my ex-husband telling me I’m not good at oral. I’m not good at anything when it comes to pleasing a man. Something deep inside tells me it will be different with Beck. If I listen carefully, he’ll show me what he wants.
With shaky hands, Beck unties the fastenings on his pants and roughly pushes them down to his knees. His cock springs forward, erect and enormous. It’s thick and long, red at the base but gradually giving way to a gorgeous plum color at the head. It pulses in his hand as he strokes himself. There’s a bead of milky white moisture glistening on the tip.
He moves forward and presses the head of his dick against my lips. “Take me.”
Tentatively, I reach out and brush the tip of my tongue across him, gathering the arousal on the head. He tastes salty and masculine. Another drop weeps out of the slit, and I swipe my tongue across it again. His cock jumps, and pleasure curls in my womb. I’m getting soft and wet thinking about taking him in my mouth.
His hands curl in my hair. I can feel the full force of his will like a drug pulsing through my veins. His voice is dark with need as he pulls my head forward. He leaves no room to argue or for me to think about what I’m doing. I only know that I want him. I want this.
“Open.”
I obediently open my lips, groaning at the feel of his cock pressing into my mouth. I only have the head of his dick inside my lips, but I’m already struggling. He fills my mouth. I whirl my tongue around the head of his cock, though the fit is tight. I explore the velvety smooth skin. Such soft, silky flesh covers his raging hardness. A wave of warmth infuses me, and I know what Beck is feeling. His head is thrown back as he feeds me his dick.
“More.” He seems capable of only one-syllable phrases now.
When I look up, his eyes are dark and filled with unmistakable satisfaction as he watches his flesh disappear into my mouth. His hands tug at my hair, urging me on. He presses forward. He’s so big, I’m not sure I can take more, but I have to. It feels so good. Beck’s pleasure coats me in need. I whirl my tongue around his thickness as much as I can. It’s almost more than I can take.
Almost, but I can feel what he’s feeling so I don’t care. I can feel the softness of my tongue and the heat of my mouth. I can feel how much he wants my hands on him, so I lift one hand to gently caress his balls.
“Yes.” Beck groans as he thrusts his hips forward, forcing in another inch.
I relax and try to ignore my gag reflex. I swallow around his cock. It seems to break something in the big Fae warrior. He growls, and I’m almost overcome with his need to dominate me.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I know that I should be gagging. I should be fighting him off, but the sensation of sharing the experience with him is far more powerful than any physical reaction. His fierce bliss as he fucks my mouth is beyond anything I’ve ever felt. He’s ruthless. He shoves himself inside, all caution gone. My pussy is soaking wet, and I’m sure if I touch my clit I will go off like a rocket. I’m giving him such pleasure, and it arouses me. I can see myself through his eyes. I’m sexy and hot. I’m a goddess, and he’s going to tame me. He’s going to fuck me until I promise never to leave him. Because he can’t lose me now that he’s found me. I’m perfect for him. I’m going to be everything to him.