Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
I opened my mouth and caught the tip of his cock between my lips. I licked, not slowly as I had before, but like a starving woman who couldn’t get enough. Between his tight grip and his rock-hard cock, I really couldn’t get enough. I felt as if I would die if he didn’t let me pleasure him like this. I brought both hands to him and used them to help me keep him inside my mouth, to suck, to lick wildly. He chanted my name, “Pilar, Pilar, Pilar.” It was so much better than Princess. It was better than anything I’d ever heard in my life.
When he yanked me off him, it was only to stand me up and kiss me on the mouth, his lips crashing over mine in a frenzy—hard and fast and punishing. He was acting irrationally, slightly insane, and his words from before came back to me. He said he’d never wanted anyone this much. I believed him. I couldn’t imagine him acting this way—ever. Not Benjamin Drake, the footwork god on the turf, the unattainable playboy of the tabloids, the charming, well-spoken man at my mother’s Sunday dinners. He was an array of things, and none of them could have prepared me for the sexual beast before me.
I kissed him with reverence because every moment I’d tried to picture this had paled in comparison to the reality. His hands were rough but worshiping as they explored my curves, cupped my breasts. When he broke the kiss, it was to yank the triangle bikini top off me so he could kiss and lick my chest, biting a nipple a bit roughly. I felt something pool between my legs, and heard myself cry out when he repeated the motion on my other breast. My nails dug into his shoulder blades.
“Ben,” I whispered.
He ignored me, dragging his mouth lower, kissing and licking and biting every inch he could until he got to my bikini bottom and yanked it off as well, throwing it against the glass and letting it fall with a loud splat. His tongue swiped between my legs, and my knees buckled in an instant. His grip tightened on my butt as he looked up and met my hazy gaze.
“Tell me, Princess, has another man ever done this to you?”
“One other.” My voice was shaky. “But…not like this.”
“Not like this.” He brought his tongue to me again, licking once, twice, three times. I moaned and brought my hands to his hair, gripping the strands the way he’d done with mine. I felt like I might pass out, stars flying before my eyes as his tongue worked its magic.
“Please, Ben. I can’t take it. I can’t—”
His mouth moved again, not stopping this time. He was feasting on me, his mouth unlike anything I’d ever experienced or imagined. I gasped, holding onto his hair, pressing my back against the wet tile behind me, unsure of what to do and how to stay upright as the tingly sensation spread through me and then exploded. I moved against his mouth, unwilling to let it end, ever. He didn’t stop. He didn’t pause. He just kept licking and sucking and moaning against me as if what he was doing brought him great pleasure. When I said his name three more times, he finally stopped, lifted me up in his arms as if I were as light as a feather, before pushing me against the tile and pressing against me to hold me up as he brought his mouth to me again.
“I can’t take anymore, Ben. I can’t.” I was crying, panting, out of breath. He positioned himself between my legs.
“I’ll need a condom,” he said.
“Are you…?” I paused. I couldn’t believe I was asking this. “Are you clean?”
“I am, but we need a condom.”
“I’m on the pill.”
“We still need a condom, Princess.” He kissed my jaw and then bit it before dragging his lips to my neck.
One of his hands found its way between my legs, his fingers on my clit teasing before he put them inside of me. He began pumping as if he were fucking me. With his other hand, he stroked himself, somehow managing to keep me aloft and against the wall. His eyes were on mine, and I couldn’t look away. He was pleasuring us both against the wall of a shower. I exploded around his fingers quickly. I couldn’t even last a minute. I managed to climb off him and set my feet on the floor, replacing his hands with mine. I stroked him hard, with the same intensity that he had been with himself. I kneeled before him, stroking more, then brought my mouth to him again.
“I’ll come, Princess. I’ll come…” His words were choppy. “I’ll come…oh fuck, I’m going to…I’m going to…take your mouth away. I’ll come in your…”