Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Thorn smashes his mouth to mine. He kisses me so hard and passionately, getting his tongue involved with mine and stroking it furiously, that I know he agrees with my assessment.
“What does a bad girl get, Effy?” he demands to know, a wicked grin slicing across his face and turning my ovaries inside out when he breaks the kiss. His hand is so torturously close to my entrance and my clit, all his fingers in near-perfect alignment but also so maddeningly far away.
“What does a bad girl get, Thorn?”
He shocks me by pushing his finger inside me so abruptly that I bow forward, scraping my hard-as-diamond nipples against his chest. “Oh. Oh!”
He’s magic with that finger. A wizard. The finger wizard. I grind against his hand, still craving more but starved for the feel of him that my walls already clench like mad around that digit.
He takes his time, torturing me, giving me hardly enough of anything at all, and grinning when I squirm, but at the same time, his pupils are completely blown out, and he’s watching me with a look of rapt awe.
“What does a good girl get?” I pant, wondering what I can possibly say to speed this torture up. I don’t want to be hanging on the precipice forever.
“She gets another finger,” Thorn replies.
He spears me with two fingers, pushing them so far into me that his knuckles bump up against me. I shamelessly rock into those ridges, grinding my swollen clit against him.
“Bad or good, it’s the same?”
“Yes.” He strokes them in and out of me really maddeningly slow. “You’re going to get another finger to get you ready to take my cock, but not quite yet.”
Just thinking about that massive member filling me up, stretching me, burning deliciously, and making me sore for days has me whimpering, edging closer, and grinding hard on his hand.
“More fingers, Thorn. Please. Now. I want your cock. I need you inside me. But you need to promise me that you’ll let me do most of the work because you’re hurt.”
“It’s just a scratch.” At least he has the decency to wink at the end of that statement.
“If you say that again, I’ll give you scratches.”
“Back or shoulders?”
“Yes,” is all I answer.
When he adds a third finger, all I can do is grasp his shoulders. There’s no way I’m putting a single mark on this man. He’s wounded enough for one day. Internally and for a lifetime. I want to take care of him. I want to help him. He has all the money in the world, and I don’t have much at all, but somehow, we’re so similar on the inside. In there, it’s bleak and lonely. Our lives, really, are a mirror of that emptiness.
They were.
But not any longer.
I’m making friends here. I’ll help Thorn make them too. True friends that I hope can last a lifetime. I know he’ll get there with his family, and I can’t wait to meet them. I can’t wait for him to get to know them all over again and for them to see that he’s still the same beautiful person on the inside as he always was.
I know he’s the natural protector, but I want to do that for him too. Keep him safe, treasure him, laugh with him, and hold him. I want to be open to those things too. To sharing, whispering little secrets to each other, laughing, and cuddling. Night after night.
I’m so wet and slippery that Thorn’s fingers are making noises now.
“Open my belt and take me out, Effy.”
Fuck, it’s so sexy when he utters commands like that in his deep, thrilling, rough voice.
My hands are more than eager. I’m good with the belt and the button. As I undo his zipper, he removes his fingers from me and sucks them clean one by one.
Holy hairy ballsssssss. I clench up hard on nothing at all, needing him so badly that I could scream.
“I want to explore real punishment with you. Like some light spanking.” My face heats, but I’m beyond caring. “And other kinky things. Maybe. Yes, in the future. If you’d like that.”
“I’d like anything you’d like to do,” he says softly.
“I don’t know about that. There’s a good chance you can’t handle the filthy path my mind will probably go down when it comes to you.”
“I think I can handle it. Especially where you and coming are concerned.”
I swat his shoulder. “Dirty puns are the height of hilarious.” When I take his cock out, though, it’s so thick and rock-hard that I lose my smile. “Oh my god. I forgot how big it was.”
“It’s been inside you. You can take it.”
“I have no doubt.” I run my tongue slowly along my lips. I’ve had him in my mouth and my lady cave. It’s just crazy how memories can’t be accurately reproduced, no matter what your mind conjures up. Maybe because it was dark, and I never did get to see just how perfect he was. Like, literally, his cock is a work of art. It’s lovely. I’m pretty sure if there was a contest…never mind. He’s already won every contest in my mind.