Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Fuck me, she’s not wearing a bra, and when her pink, pebbled nipples come into view, I swear I forget how to fucking breathe.
“Christ,” I murmur, my dick swelling in my jeans. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
My hands are on her before I even think, sliding over soft curves and flushed skin, fingers skimming reverently across her ribs. I’m not rushing this. I refuse to.
This isn’t about getting off. It’s not even about control.
It’s about watching her come undone. Slowly, completely, and with no doubt about who did it to her.
She arches when I kiss the spot just above her left breast, sucking a mark onto that delicate skin there.
Her hips lift off the bed like she can’t help it, her body’s begging.
I press my hand between her thighs, but not to play. To hold her still.
“Stay down,” I purr against her throat. “You’ll get what you need. But you’re gonna take it the way I give it to you.”
She moans.
And I swear it’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard.
She tries to grind up into my hand, chasing friction, but I keep her pinned, applying just enough pressure to let her feel how close I am. Not giving in. Not yet.
“Didn’t I say not to move?”
She whines, frustrated, but I don’t let up.
“You want it that bad?” I kiss down the center of her chest. “Then take what I give you. Not a second before.”
She nods, her body trembling beneath mine, but that’s not enough.
“Say it.”
“Please,” she breathes. “Please, Chase.”
Fuck.
My restraint shreds a little at the edges.
I reward her, my mouth on her now, slow, open kisses down her stomach, letting her feel my breath, my teeth, everything I’m holding back. She’s panting before I even get my hands on her properly. By the time I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties, she’s already soaked.
“Goddamn,” I mutter, mostly to myself. “You’re this worked up just from me telling you what not to do?”
Her knees jerk, and she nods again, desperate.
I slide two fingers along her slit, oh so fucking slow.
“You’re so good, baby,” I say, kissing the inside of her thigh, nipping a moment later. “Let me ruin you.”
She lets out a broken sound when I finally press into her, her pussy hot and tight, trying to suck me in when I only offer a half a finger. I swear I already feel her pulsing around me.
“Yeah,” I rasp. “There she is.”
I add a second finger, and pressing deeper, watch as they slide in and out of her heat, slick and coated with the proof of her arousal.
I could fucking come in my pants from the sight alone.
I just fucking might.
I add a third finger, driving in harder this time and her back lifts once more.
This time I don’t push her down, I jolt up, catching her nipple between my teeth, and hold on.
She lets out a soft cry, and I suck it into my mouth, fucking her with my hand, slow but deep, sucking her hard until she starts to shake.
I slow the pace a little, not because I’m trying to tease her, but because I want to learn her. Every sound, every twitch, every place that makes her breath catch in her throat.
She tries so hard to stay still, but I can see her unraveling, feel her legs trembling around me.
“You’re already close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps, eyes shut tight. “God, yes—please—”
“No,” I say, voice low but firm. “Not yet.”
She whimpers, hips lifting, chasing my fingers as I pull back.
I move up, hovering over her again. I kiss her like she’s air and I haven’t breathed in hours, fierce and consuming and just shy of reckless.
“You don’t get to come until I tell you to,” I say, against her lips. “Not until you feel what it’s like when someone does it right.”
She cries out when I slide back down and start over, this time using every bit of her I can manage with my control so close to snapping.
I suck on her throat, twist her nipple, and press down on her clit, my fingers still pressed inside. I bite her nipple, pinch her clit, and I curl my fingers inside her.
I groan, low and heady, and she’s fucking wrecked now.
Every inch shaking, convulsing, lips parted, whines filling the air, stomach sucked in and toes curled.
“Now,” I whisper. “Now, baby. Let go for me.”
And she does.
She falls apart like she was made to, her moan so loud, so fucking erotic I have to lift my hand to muffle it, and she licks my skin. Sucking on my fingers as she quakes beneath me, eyes falling shut.
She’s breathless, boneless, wrecked under me.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, press my forehead there while she comes down, still trembling. And when I crawl back up, she’s blinking at me like I did something holy.