Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
His whole body shudders, his lips curving in a pleased, feral smile. He presses his thumb to my clit, circling it once, twice, until my hips jerk in his grip. Each pass is torturous, and he knows it. He watches my face the whole time, cataloging every shaking breath and every little moan I can't hold back.
"Spread your legs for me," he says, his voice tight. "Let me see you."
I'm already spread wide, but I open further, my thighs trembling. He flicks my panties to the side, exposing me completely, and I almost lose it right then. His eyes lock on my pussy, a growl rumbling from his lips.
"Christ, look how pretty."
He runs a finger along my slit, then slides it inside me, curling it just right. The sensation is so intense I whimper, my hands scrabbling for purchase on the slick granite.
He thrusts, slow at first, then faster, his thumb never leaving my clit. I can't breathe. I can't think. All I can do is clutch his wrist and ride the waves he sends through me. There are so damn many of them, threatening to rip me apart and make me something else entirely. He isn't even inside me yet, and he's already changing my whole damn world, just flipping it upside down.
"River," I pant, my voice breaking.
"Come for me," he commands. "Let me feel it."
I shatter with a cry, clenching around his fingers. My whole body shakes, but he doesn't stop. He just keeps working me until I collapse against his chest, gasping for breath.
Before I can even come down, he lays me back on the island, his hands supporting my weight so I don't crack my skull on the marble. As soon as I'm settled, he bends, burying his face in my pussy.
I nearly scream from the overstimulation. It's too much and not enough at the same time, but I don't want him to stop.
He licks and sucks, then flicks my clit with his tongue in relentless circles. He wants me to come again, and he isn't going to stop until I do.
"Come on my face, princess," he murmurs. "Let me taste your pleasure."
I lose it, my hands flying to his hair, gripping tight as I grind against his mouth. He groans, the vibration sending me over the edge a second time.
When he finally pulls away, his lips are wet with me, his eyes wild. He straightens, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and grins down at me.
"I want to feel that on my cock," he says, his voice a gritty rasp. But there's a question there, too. Like he's asking for permission.
"What's stopping you?" I ask, spreading my legs wider, daring him to do something about it.
He doesn't hesitate to accept the dare.
He rips my panties in his haste to get them off, then yanks his sweats down. His cock springs free, thick, long, and so hard it bobs against his stomach. My mouth waters at the sight of him.
He wraps a fist around himself, stroking slow, then fast, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. "You see what you do to me?" he rasps. "You're the reason I'm this fucking hard. I've been jerking off for days, thinking about you. It's not enough, princess. I need to feel you wrapped around me."
The idea of him, alone, desperate, stroking himself to thoughts of me, makes my whole body clench. I want him inside me so badly I could die.
"Then get inside me," I beg, unable to hide the desperate, greedy whimper in my voice.
He steps toward me, then pauses with a groan. "I don't have a condom."
"I'm on birth control." The words leave my lips before I can stop them. They aren't rational. They aren't even sane. But…I don't take them back, either. I want him inside me, not in a condom, but in me.
His eyes go wild as he yanks me to the edge of the island.
"Good," he growls, lining up at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock already beaded with precum. He leans over me, bracing one arm on the counter, the other sliding up my body to grasp my breast through the fabric of my dress. He squeezes, then leans down and bites my nipple through the material, sending a jolt straight to my clit.
"River," I groan, my back arching.
"Hold onto me," he orders, twining our fingers together. His lips find mine, his kiss deep and punishing, as he pushes forward, splitting me open.
The stretch burns and aches, but I want all of it, every perfect inch.
I cling to his shoulders, my nails embedded in his skin, moaning. He doesn't stop until he's buried to the hilt, his cock throbbing inside me.
I buck my hips, wanting more, needing him to move, but he holds me down and just breathes with me for a second, our foreheads touching. I sob his name, so desperate it hurts, but he's a rock, refusing to give a single inch.