Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
It takes all my goddamn control not to come, my cock leaking precum all over his fingers.
“I love your hand. I love how you’re working me up so good.”
“You do?”
“Mmm. Can’t you feel how I’m becoming rock hard?”
“Yeah. You’re sort of…pulsing in my hand. Your veins…uh…your cock does do that a lot. Pulsing, I mean.”
Fuck, he looks so flustered and turned on, it’s a sight to behold. He’s so goddamn adorable for a little psycho.
“Baby, much as I love your hand, I need to blow my load inside you.”
He stops and releases me, seeming unsure as he bites the corner of his lip. So I lick that lip as I position myself behind him and give a shove of my hips.
My muscles wind up when his walls clench around me and he cries out against my lips.
God damn.
God fucking damn.
I fucked him for the first time last night and it already feels as if I’ve been here my entire life.
Like this is the only place I belong.
He relaxes even as his ragged breaths fill the shower, and just like last night, he forces his body not to fight, allowing me in.
And I know he’s allowing it, because Gareth is deadly when he wants.
But right now, as he slightly sinks his teeth in my lip, letting me go all the way in, I can feel his muscles loosening, his breaths stuttering.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” I speak close to his lips, licking the water off him. “My cunt is swallowing my cock like goddamn crazy.”
He gulps, his throat working up and down, water clinging to his Adam’s apple, but my view is constricted when he turns away, dropping his head on the glass as he grabs onto it.
Jerking my hips, I slam into him, bottoming out, and he cries out, the hoarse voice echoing with the sound of the splashing water. “Fuck.”
“That’s it. Take me. All of me.”
I wrap my arm around his groin and squeeze his weeping cock. His back vibrates against my chest as I fuck him harder and harder.
“I’ve been thinking about being inside your ass nonstop, baby.”
“We just…did it yesterday.” His words are spoken in a moan.
“Doesn’t matter. I can live here, just watching my cock slipping in and out of my pussy, knowing how much you love it.”
His noises go up and up in volume until they fill my ears. Until they’re all I can hear.
My eyes focus on him in the mirror, where we’re visible up to his cock. He’s smaller than me and I look like a fucking animal behind him.
It’s the look in my eyes. I’m unhinged, out of control, filled with a primal need to claim him.
But he has his head down, looking at the floor or his cock in my hand, I don’t know.
“Don’t hide.” I grab his jaw from behind and lift it up so he’s looking at the mirror. “Look at who owns you.”
Despite the steam, his eyes meet mine, and his are droopy, his lips parted. He doesn’t look away as I fuck him deeper, so deep, he can’t shut up.
He’s grunting and moaning and clenching and being my fucking undoing.
All the while looking at us.
“The scene is making you harder, baby.” Thrust. Bottom out. “You love looking at me fucking you, don’t you?”
“Mmmfff…”
“I love looking at me fucking you, too. You’re a goddamn masterpiece, baby.”
“Kayde…”
“Baby?”
“I…”
“Talk to me.”
“T-tell me I’m beautiful,” he whispers with an edge of uncertainty, and it’s so fucking cute.
He’s so damn adorable today, I can’t take it.
I turn his head so he’s looking at me, and murmur against his mouth, “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
And I mean that.
Fuck. I mean that?
My bewilderment is short-lived as he wraps his hand around my neck, wet fingers digging into my nape, and presses his lips to mine.
His kiss is urgent and almost frantic, as if he never kissed with such fire before. It’s a sharp contrast to the way he usually reacts to me. Right now, he kisses me with raw, hungry heat as he comes in my hand.
While I fuck him.
He groans and grunts, but his lips never leave mine, like he wants to possess me, to kill me with his lips.
To suck my soul through my mouth.
I fall into the taste of him, the desperation in his kiss, my pace as frantic and urgent as his.
“Come…” he mumbles against my lips. “Come with me…Kayde…please.”
The fact that he’s like this—wanting me, needing me, losing all his goddam control for me—shoves me over the edge.
I come in long spurts, so deep inside his ass, we’ll need some time to get that out.
But he doesn’t stop kissing me, or me him, sucking my face, keeping me absolutely tethered to him with invisible strings.
There’s no biting or breaking skin or blood.
Just raw, hungry, and entirely passionate kissing.