Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
Leave it to Brinley to press herself closer to my face. “Yes…don’t stop.”
“Made you a promise. Plan on keeping it.”
I drove my tongue deep between her lips then swept higher so I could get to her needy, engorged clit.
She bucked and gasped, fingers pleading in my hair. “Oh…Silas…I…”
“You’re free in me,” I mumbled as I swirled and stroked my tongue.
“That’s where I want to be.”
And I knew we’d both been taken someplace we didn’t know as I fully gave in, laving and lapping my tongue at her clit as she whimpered these guttural sounds that landed on my ears like prayers.
Woman injecting me full of something that didn’t belong there. Sparks of long dead embers threatening to flicker to life.
I got twisted inside out as I spread her wider, tongue fucking into her cunt before I was back to eating up that throbbing nub.
The sounds and scent of her were driving me mad.
Pleas.
My name.
Praise.
I swirled just the tips of my two fingers at her entrance, asking for permission.
She spread herself wider, grip unyielding and tugging at my hair.
A pleasured pain rocketed down my spine.
Tightening my balls and pulsing my cock at my jeans.
That’s exactly what she was.
Pleasured pain.
Because I knew I was doing everything wrong. Touching this woman who was forbidden to touch.
But I’d take any penalty coming my way if it meant I got to give her this for even a second.
I thrust both fingers deep. The walls of her pussy spasmed around the intrusion.
“You like that?” I growled.
“Yes.” It was half delirious.
“Wait until it’s my cock stuffing you full.”
A tremor rocked her, and I could feel ecstasy lighting at the edges of her being.
Winding her in tendrils of anticipation that grew with each plunge of my fingers.
Even though I was trying to keep myself in check, take heed, I was getting the sense that this girl liked it hard.
Her hands eager at the back of my head as she tried to spur me on.
A frenzy coming over her as she fully let herself go.
No fear.
No reservation.
I fucked my fingers in a deep, harsh rhythm.
She writhed with each one.
Chanted my name as she pressed her nails into the flesh at the back of my neck.
Needing more.
Desperation rolled from her in spastic juts. “Silas, oh…I’m…I need...”
“Wildfire, let go, give it to me.” I thrust my fingers deeper, driving them fast and hard as I licked her into oblivion.
Flames jumped and leapt, and she arched, her chest coming up from the couch as pleasure gathered as fast as a summer storm.
“How does it feel so good?” she rasped.
“Because you deserve it. You deserve to feel good,” I rumbled as I shifted, and I curled my fingers and rubbed them against her G-spot.
She went wild.
Brunette curls thrashing around her.
Spirit rushing and racing.
No question, she was about to go off like a ten-ton bomb.
Brinley climbing toward those heights as her muscles tensed and her body bowed.
Then she split.
“King,” she moaned as her head rocked on the back of the sofa and the rest of her levitated from the leather.
That nickname she’d given me was muted and coarse and grazing against me like a brutal embrace as she throbbed around my fingers.
And I wanted to be.
I wanted to be the one who ruled this body and this tender soul she was just then exposing.
That inconceivable connection glowed, crackling between us with all her wild turbulence, and fuck, there was something about it that felt like home.
My damned mind bent with the need for it to be my cock that was getting squeezed by her hot, soaked pussy.
But even this was far more than I should take, and I was the selfish fiend who lapped up every last drop of her pleasure.
Sucking her down, imbibing all that she was as she quivered and shook in my hold.
Her grunts and pants were heavy as she continued to hold onto my hair like it was the only thing keeping her from fully floating away as she remained elevated for the longest time.
Flying.
Soaring like I promised.
Bliss saturating her through as she twitched and jerked.
I kept her there for what felt like a lifetime. Until I felt the last of the aftershocks roll through her body, then I slowly settled her bare ass onto the couch and eased my fingers free.
I sat back on my heels and my hands went back to her knees so I could take her in.
“You good?” My voice was the coarsest it’d ever been.
And Brinley? She gave me this loopy, lopsided smile. The girl fully doped up on pleasure.
My chest stretched in pleasure, too, though it was a different kind.
It was the kind that murmured of pride and relief and the simmering of joy.
So fucking reckless it wasn’t funny, but fuck me, there was some stupid part inside me that wanted to make her happy.