Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 44899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“We should get out before my legs turn to jelly,” Sully murmured against my neck, pressing a gentle kiss to my pulse point. I couldn’t help the small giggle.
He carefully lowered my legs, making sure I was steady before reaching behind to turn off the shower. The sudden absence of water made me shiver, goose bumps rising on my cooling skin. Sully grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me before quickly drying himself.
Then, to my surprise, he scooped me into his arms again, carrying me bridal style from the bathroom to the bedroom. The sheets felt cool against my damp skin as he laid me down, his body immediately covering mine like he couldn’t bear to be separated for even a moment.
“Turn over for me,” he whispered, his voice rough with renewed desire.
I complied, rolling onto my stomach, a thrill of anticipation coursing through me as I felt him move between my legs, gently spreading my thighs. His hands caressed my ass, kneading the flesh before I felt him reach for something in the bedside drawer. The snap of a cap opening told me what he had in mind.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his slick finger circling my entrance.
“Yes,” I breathed, turning to look over my shoulder at him. “God, yes. I trust you.”
His finger pressed inside my asshole slowly, the intrusion strange but not uncomfortable. He worked me open with painstaking care, adding a second finger only when I was pushing back against the first, silently begging for more. By the time he had three fingers inside me, I was a writhing, pleading mess beneath him. Had I known he wanted to do this, I couldn’t have planned a better evening. Alcohol makes everything looser. Or something.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I gasped, rolling my hips to take his fingers deeper. All I wanted was to be filled by him.
“Patience, darlin’,” he soothed, his free hand stroking down my spine. “Need to make sure you’re ready.”
When he finally withdrew his fingers and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance, I held my breath, forcing myself to relax as he began to push inside. The pressure was intense, a burning stretch that walked the knife edge between pleasure and pain.
“Breathe for me,” Sully instructed, his voice tight with restraint. “That’s it, just like that. Push out against me gently.”
I did as instructed, and he inched forward with excruciating slowness, giving me time to adjust to each new sensation. By the time he was fully seated inside me, I was trembling, overwhelmed by the fullness and the incredible intimacy of the act. This wasn’t something I’d done before, and I had the feeling I was going to enjoy the fuck out of this.
“You okay?” he asked, completely still above me.
“Fuckin’ better than okay,” I managed, surprised by how much I meant it. “Move! Now!” It was a clear command, but one Sully didn’t seem to mind.
He started with shallow thrusts, his hands gripping my hips to control the depth and angle. Gradually, as my body yielded to him more fully, his movements became deeper, more confident. The initial discomfort gave way to pleasure so intense it bordered on spiritual, each thrust sending sparks of sensation radiating through my entire body.
“Holy fuckin’ shit,” I gasped. “Holy motherfucking shit!”
He wrapped an arm around me, finding my clit with his fingers and rubbed gently but insistently. The dual stimulation was too much, pushing me rapidly toward another climax. I clawed at the sheets, my body arching as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
“That’s it,” Sully urged, his rhythm never faltering. “Come around me, baby. Take my cum from me.”
The orgasm that ripped through me was nuclear. Even my fingertips tingled with the force of it. I might have screamed, might have cried, might have done both as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Sully followed soon after, his hips jerking against me as he found his own release.
Things kind of got fuzzy then. I felt a lethargy so intense I could barely raise my eyelids, let alone move.
Sully cleaned me with tender care, praising me with every stroke of the cloth between my legs and between my cheeks. Once he was satisfied, he pulled me against his chest, my back to his front, our bodies fitting together as naturally as if we’d been laying this way our whole lives. I felt boneless, sated in a way that went beyond physical pleasure, reaching some deeper part of me I hadn’t known existed.
“I have something for you,” Sully said after a while, his voice quiet in the dimly lit room.
I turned my head to follow his gaze, spotting what looked like a leather vest hanging on the closet door. Even from the bed, I could make out the words stitched across the back. “Property of Sully.”