Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
My hips roll, seeking. His dick catches on the crease between my hip and groin.
“Please.” I’m apparently not above begging. “I need—”
“I know what you need, sweetheart.” He gives my nipple one last hard, quick suck before reaching for my knee and pressing it into my chest. “Let’s get you spread open for me, yeah? Keep breathing.”
I realize I’m a little nervous, which just turns me on more.
“Hands on my shoulders. That’s right. Good girl.” I feel him shift, his hand brushing my stomach. “You can scratch me, bite me, whatever. Do what you need to do. But I’m not stoppin’ unless you use your words.”
I give his shoulders a squeeze. “I told you I’m good—”
“I know what you told me.” He touches the head of his dick to my clit and circles it, making me yelp. Then he notches himself at my entrance. “Now I’m telling you that you’re gonna take every inch of me. Every fuckin’ inch, you hear?”
I am so frustrated—so hungry for him—that for a second, I almost start to cry.
“Give me everything,” I pant. “If you skimp out on me—”
My breath catches when he pushes inside me. Just the literal and proverbial tip. But the pressure is already enormous. “I ain’t skimpin’, sweetheart.”
He pushes a little farther. At the same time, he lowers his body onto mine, pinning me to the mattress.
It’s hard to breathe.
I love it.
He touches his forehead to mine and kisses me, his tongue finding mine. He pushes another inch inside me. Another.
All the while, he kisses me and kisses me and kisses me.
The feeling of fullness between my legs makes my eyes prick. It’s not comfortable, but it’s certainly not painful. Not in the physical sense anyway. Being filled by him, covered by him, feels weirdly…emotional, and I’m not sure why.
“Relax,” he murmurs, and next thing I know, he’s rolling his thumb over my clit. Over and over. Again and again.
I whimper when my pussy contracts around his girth. It hurts.
It’s wonderful.
“Your words. Use ’em if you need to.”
“I don’t need to.”
“Fuck. You feel”—inching deeper, he groans—“like fucking heaven. But I gotta find more space, so you need to breathe for me. In and out. Let me hear it.”
I try. I close my eyes and hold on to his enormous shoulders for dear life as my approaching orgasm flickers around the edges of my consciousness.
I feel like I’m being split in two as he pushes and pushes. My hips scream in protest when he settles more of his weight on me, splaying me even wider.
“Last bit.” He sounds like he’s gritting his teeth. His forehead is damp with sweat. “Yell if you need to.”
“I’m not that much of a flowe—oh!”
Yup, I yell. Loudly. The burning stretch I feel when he buries himself to the hilt hurts. I wonder how sore I’m going to be tomorrow.
I wonder if I’ve ever felt more aroused in my life.
“Words,” he bites out.
I shake my head, even as I sink my teeth into his neck.
He growls. “That hurts. Keep doing it.”
His thumb works my clit. When he pulls out a little, then thrusts back in, I feel myself fluttering around him. My back arches, the muscles in my legs drawing taut.
I come. Light explodes inside my skull and bones, a release I can only describe as cataclysmic. I’m clawing at Duke, yelling his name as I’m hit with a searing sensation, each throb a heightened echo of the one that came before it.
He softly presses the pad of his thumb to my clit as if to soothe the shock of it. He also begins to move inside me, small thrusts that get deeper and harder as he gains momentum.
“Unreal.” His voice is thin. “You. Bare. Coming. Keep coming, sweetheart.”
Like I have a choice. The orgasm seems to go on forever, stoked to renewed life with every thrust of his hips. He feathers his lips over mine, the caress heart-stoppingly gentle.
Really, how does he know what I need? Want?
How is the sex this good on our first go-around? I usually have to try really hard to come with a guy, especially if he wants to be the one who makes me do it. I can get myself off just fine, especially if toys are involved.
But this? Someone taking total control over my body and making me come harder than I ever have before?
Wild.
It makes me feel like Duke is really, really into me.
It makes me feel like I’m desirable and generous and fun.
What if my family’s not right about what I am?
What if I’m right?
But really, who do I think I am to trust myself over, well, everyone else? I’m not especially smart. I’m not special. I don’t deserve any better than what other people get.
Duke is just lost in the throes of lust right now. Once the attraction wears off a little, he’ll see me for who I really am.