Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
"Fuck, Kingston," I gasp, pulling his hair. "More, please. Don't stop."
He hums against me, the vibration so intense it sends me straight to the edge. His hands pin my hips, spreading me wider. He alternates slow, teasing licks with hard, brutal suction on my clit until my entire body is a live wire, short-circuiting and sparking all over the place.
"Look at me," he demands, his voice a rough command.
When I glance down, I nearly come right there. His eyes are molten, the pupils blown wide, his lips glistening. He looks wild, dangerous, and entirely in control of my body.
"That's it, princess," he rasps. "Eyes on me so you know it's your man making you feel this fucking good."
I can't do anything but cry out and clutch the sheets as he dips his head again, working me up, up, and over the edge, never letting up, never letting me fall back down.
My orgasm tears through me, white-hot and endless. I sob his name until I can't even hear myself anymore. I can't think. All I can do is take every damn ounce of pleasure hurtling through me with the force of a bomb.
He slides up my body while I'm shaking, leaving wet, desperate kisses along my skin, every one of them a brand. "Goddamn, baby," he rasps, his lips crashing into mine, his kiss feral and hungry as he shudders against me. "You're such a fucking good girl, screaming for me like that."
I reach for his jeans, my hands shaking. The button is stubborn, my fingers trembling and weak from how hard I just came, but I can't stop, not when he's looking at me like there's nothing else in the world but this.
He doesn't help. He just holds himself up, staring down at me, his breath a ragged pant.
"Please," I whine, my fingers fumbling again.
"You want it that bad, princess?" he whispers, his cock a hard, heavy line against my thigh.
"Yes. God, yes," I whisper, my voice a raw scrap of sound.
"Take it then, baby. It's yours."
When I finally get his fly open, he lets out a wild sound, like I just scored the game-winning goal in overtime. He kicks his jeans off, and his cock springs free.
I wrap my hand around it, marveling at the size, the weight, the silky heat of it against my palm. He's so fucking big he's going to split me in two.
He jerks against my touch, hissing out a breath, his eyes fluttering shut. "God, Evie. Fuck. Don't stop."
I stroke him, slow at first, then harder, loving the way his hips thrust into my hand. He shudders and bites my lip, groaning like I'm wrecking him this time.
"Evie," he groans, his voice all thunder and praise. "You're killing me. You want it?"
"Yes, please," I gasp, squeezing him.
He twitches in my hand, his eyes going darker than I've ever seen, and then he pulls away slightly, his cock falling from my hand.
Before I can miss the feel of it against my palm, he presses the blunt head against my opening, still watching my face, and lifts my thigh over his hip. My whole body strains up to meet him, my breath stalling in my throat.
He slides in, inch by perfect inch, his jaw locked and his breath ragged. I arch my back, gasping at the stretch and the fullness, every nerve ending splintering to life.
I feel him everywhere, thick and hot and perfect.
He bottoms out with a deep, shuddering groan, his hands braced on either side of my head. For a second, he just lingers there, buried inside me, letting me adjust.
The feel of him, so deep I can barely think, has me trembling.
"Fuck, princess," he whispers, his voice breaking. "You feel so fucking perfect wrapped around me. Like you were made for me."
I want to tell him yes, I was, that I'm his, that I want to keep him exactly like this forever, but all that comes out is a needy, choked sound.
He rocks his hips, slow at first, moving in and out in long, relentless strokes that pull a whimper from my throat each time. Each one feels better than the last, the friction and heat building until I'm clutching at him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He's so patient, holding back even though I can feel how badly he wants to lose control. I sink my teeth into his bicep, desperate to feel him let go. I don't want him patient and in control. I want him to lose it the same way I am right now.
"Harder," I beg.
His hand catches my jaw, turning my face until our eyes lock. "You want it rough, princess?" The delicious threat in his words makes my whole body spasm around him.
I nod, my breath a shaky gasp.
He gives me a brutal, starved kiss before slamming into me so hard the headboard cracks against the wall.