Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
I moan, curling my fingers against the blankets. It takes everything I have to keep myself still, to remain in place like an obedient woman while he pushes into me with a downright slothful speed. “Just…tell me when I can move.”
His big hand moves to my arse, and he gives it a chastising tap. “You move when I say you can move.”
Oooh, he’s bossy in bed. That makes me ridiculously hot. “Don’t be mean or I’ll come too soon.”
Raptor groans, his hips jerking, and I’m rewarded with even more of his cock. “You tease. How I love that about you.”
I tense as he speaks, and it takes a moment for me to realize he’s not confessing love. Oh. It doesn’t matter…does it? I tell myself that it doesn’t, just as I tell myself I wasn’t eager to hear the words. I can’t afford to fall in love anyhow. This is just sex.
He flexes his hand on my buttock, then sinks a little deeper into me. “How’s that feel, little bantam?”
“Feels like you should come up with a new nickname,” I joke.
He spanks me again, and then reaches forward to play with one of my hanging breasts. “You’re a naughty sort when you get cock into you.”
“You like it when I tell it like it is,” I tease back, and rock against him, testing the waters. There’s a lot of him in me—gods, so much—but he’s prepared me well, and while I feel split all the way to my core, it doesn’t hurt. It feels shockingly good. I move again and love the sound of his breath escaping him. Good. I’m not the type to sit passively while he fucks me. I want to be an active participant. I move my hips in slow, steady motions, enjoying his surprised grunt as he’s forced to follow my lead.
We move together amazingly well. I’ve had sex in the past where we could never find a rhythm together, or where I’d have a man lying over me like a blanket, not like a lover. But Raptor knows just how to move and how fast to move. His strokes start slow and then he moves quicker, until he’s hammering into me with sharp, delicious precision with every quick snap of his hips, every stroke of his cock deep inside me. I lose myself in the feel of it, closing my eyes and sinking into the sensation. I won’t come like this, but there’s nothing wrong with simply enjoying the moment.
Raptor’s hand moves from my back, and then he anchors one on my shoulder, the other going to my breast. And then he starts fucking me. Hard. Now I’m the one who’s gasping for breath as he uses my body, working me hard. I’m never in pain, but the bed shakes, my thighs quiver with the force of his slapping hips, and all the while, he’s roughly rolling my nipple between his fingers just the way I like it.
And even though there’s no hand on my clit…I feel as if I’m going to come. I whimper, because it’s almost like my body is coiling in on itself, a sure sign that I’m about to climax. “I’m—close—”
“Then come for me. I want to feel it when you clench around me.”
I make a needy little noise as he continues to fuck me. I can’t come on command, but now that I know he’s not going to take this away from me again, I’m free to sink into the sensations. I close my eyes and lose myself, and the only thing in the world is the sharp thrust of his cock into my body, the big rough hand on my breast, and that ever-building sensation deep in my belly.
When I come, it’s not like a lightning strike. It’s more of a tidal wave, building and building until I’m swept up along with it. I moan as the first wave of overwhelming pleasure takes me, my body responding with all my limbs tensing and tightening. I clench everywhere, and as the pleasure floods through me, so does gratitude. Gratitude that he’s giving me this release, finally. “Thank you,” I babble. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Raptor’s thrusts slow down, and he gives my breast one final squeeze before sliding to my clit. Even as I quiver with the aftershocks of my release, he rolls my clit against his fingertip. “You’re nice and wet, my sweet wench. You think you can take my knot now?”
Through a delicious haze, I realize that I’ve had my release but he hasn’t had his…and knotting me is what he wants more than anything. I nod, lowering my cheek to the bedsheets as he thrusts into my body. “Yes.”
My simple answer makes him pause. “No hesitation?”
“None. Give me your knot.”
He takes in a shuddery breath. “Gods, you’re perfect, you know that?”