Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 171(@300wpm)
I turned the water on hot and got ready for round three.
Chapter Twenty-One
Claire
The hot water washed over my body, making me feel drowsy and relaxed. Not that I wasn’t already relaxed. How could I not be after everything Hunter had just done to me?
The man was a machine. I shuddered at the memory of the way he’d moved above me, his massive cock sliding in and out of me relentlessly. I couldn’t believe I’d lived my whole life not knowing how incredibly . . . mind-bending . . . sex could be. It was almost a religious experience. I felt lighter, like I could walk on air.
Not that I was ever going to admit that out loud.
“Oh.” I gasped as he ran his soapy hands over my breasts, tugging at my nipples. I felt heat pool in my belly. How did he do that, turn me on so quickly?
I felt a feeling of unease. It was unsettling how well he seemed to know my body. Hunter already knew how to play me like a fiddle. How many women did he have in rotation? It must be a lot.
I was in danger of falling for this guy, and I knew I was probably nothing more than a spoke on a wheel. A very big wheel.
My thoughts scattered as he slipped a hand between my cheeks, washing me in a shockingly intimate way. But God help me, I loved it. I gasped as his finger slipped inside me, slowly fingering my ass. He was gentle and it felt good. Much better than I could have ever expected. He bit my neck and then kissed me while he worked me, his other hand finding my breasts.
I felt him lower himself to his knees behind me. He spread my cheeks and started to lick me. There.
Oh. My. God.
My hands found the tile wall and pressed against it, holding on for dear life. My whole body reacting as he plunged his tongue in and out of my ass. I’d never felt anything like it. It was overwhelming me, putting all my senses into overdrive.
And then he did something that pushed me over the edge. He reached around my body and found my clit. The room was suddenly pure white as I stopped thinking or seeing clearly. All that I could feel was Hunter and his fingers and tongue. I shook violently as he continued toying with my body in ways I’d never even imagined.
I nearly fell as my body went limp. But he caught me. He lifted me and laid me down on the shower bench, climbing on top of me.
He grunted like an animal as he hooked the tip of his cock inside me then pushed forward so slowly I could barely breathe. We both moaned when he was fully seated inside me.
He held perfectly still for what seemed like a minute or two. My body clenched down on him instinctively and he let out a helpless groan. I did that to him. Me. He gripped my hands roughly, pulling them over my head.
He held them there, the weight of his body keeping me completely trapped. I couldn’t have moved if I tried. He started pumping himself into me, the shower filling with steam as I felt myself starting to come again.
How the hell does he do that? I wondered as I started to shake uncontrollably. He didn’t stop. He just kissed my neck, keeping my arms in place over my head.
I moaned incoherently. I couldn’t move under his weight. Somehow, that just made the orgasm more intense. I shook all over the shower bench, the cool tiles on my back, Hunter’s hot, hard body pressing me down, holding me in place.
I whimpered like a hungry kitten. It was a sound I was one hundred percent certain I had never made before. I knew I would be embarrassed about it later. But right now, all I could do was feel.
Hunter cursed as I squeezed him. Suddenly, his hips started to buck against me wildly. I felt him swell inside me, his girth expanding so that it opened me even further, every sensation intensifying. My orgasm continued, picking up speed again as he unleashed inside me.
Hunter thrashed on top of me, holding onto me tightly. I could feel the pleasure rolling through us both in waves. Finally, he stilled, kissing me and releasing my wrists from where he still held them over my head.
He washed my body again and then used a massive towel to dry me off. Then he carried me back into his bedroom and settled me on his enormous bed.
“I should check on Gran.”
“You stay put. I’ll do it.”
I snuggled against him. Even though I knew this meant nothing to him, even though I knew I would get hurt, I wanted nothing more than to be held in his arms. I wanted to hold onto this feeling for as long as possible.