Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Nestore’s palms ghosted down my back over the curve of my ass, and then he slid one of them between my legs and entered me with two fingers. I rotated my hips, driving his fingers deeply into me and pressing my clit against his tongue.
I was close, so very close. His thumb pushed into my back entrance, and I exploded on top of him, crying out his name.
I trembled on top of him, overwhelmed and sated. When the sensations became too much, I lifted my hips. He slid his fingers out of me but kept caressing me with his tongue. His eyes locked on mine as he kissed my pussy.
I licked my lips. His eyes darkened with his own need. I lifted myself higher, then I slid down his body. His chin and cheeks glistened with my release, and his lips were swollen from giving me pleasure. I flushed even as the sight turned me on. I reached behind myself and gripped his cock. It was hot and hard. My lips fell open when I slid his thick tip into my pussy. His size was always uncomfortable at first, but then it made me sore in the best way possible.
I lowered myself all the way down his cock until my pussy pressed against his pelvis. Then I straightened and simply basked in the sensation of being filled with Nestore’s cock. Nestore reached for the bone crown and then held it out to me.
I took it and put it on my head, then began to move my hips slowly. Every time my pussy ground down against his pelvis, sparks filled my body. His tip hit a spot deep in my channel that curled my toes. The pleasure was deeper, more lasting, and I couldn’t get enough of it. Nestore gripped my hips, then slowly slid up until he cupped my breasts. His fingers pinched my nipples, then twirled them gently between his pads.
I moaned and clenched around him, causing him to toss his head back and let out a low moan in turn. I smiled. My pleasure built up, even if I didn’t speed up. Nestore’s fingers twitched against my breasts, and his breathing turned raspy.
“I want us to come together,” I whispered.
“Then let loose. I’m ready when you are.”
I lifted myself all the way up until only his tip remained in me, then slammed down and rode him in an erratic, needy pace. Pleasure rippled from my core through every inch of my body until I fell back. Nestore’s hands caught me around the waist, and he took over, driving his cock up into me through my release. His own orgasm erupted deep inside me, making me shudder with another release. The slapping sound of Nestore’s pelvis hitting my pussy subsided as he slowed. I sagged forward and pressed my face into the crook of his neck, feeling his last twitches in my channel before he softened.
Nestore kissed my temple and stroked his palm over the scars on my back.
“Everything I endured was worth it because it brought me here.”
I nodded. “I love you.”
Nestore shuddered. “My love for you has been the anchor in my life, dove.”
When I woke without Nestore by my side, I immediately sat up and got out of bed. After a moment, I remembered that he couldn’t be with my father anymore. The man was gone. I was drawn to the window overlooking the garden. It didn’t take me long to find Nestore. He stood in front of the entrance to the maze. He was completely naked except for his fur coat and held something long in his hand that I couldn’t make out from this far away. Grabbing my bathrobe in passing, I hurried out of the room. My body still sang with what we had done in the past four hours. After our first lovemaking, Nestore had taken back the reins and given me more pleasure than I thought I could handle. Now I was sore in every area of my body.
As I rushed down the many stairs, I put the robe on. As expected, it was cold outside, and I shivered when my bare feet touched the grass. I followed Nestore down the accurate pathway toward the maze. He was still where I’d last seen him, appearing almost frozen.
I touched his back, feeling him stiffen under the thick fur. It felt soft and warm under my touch, so unlike his wearer’s expression. Nestore tilted his head down to me, a frown pulling down his brows.
“What are you doing out here?”
“I keep wondering,” he says, his gaze returning to the arched entrance of the maze. The light from the lamps flanking the pathway only reached a few feet inside the maze. After that, darkness waited.
I shivered at the idea of entering the eight-foot-high rose maze. I didn’t understand how I could have ever thought anything about this place was romantic.