Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83430 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Brenden!” My back arches in surprise. It hurts, but he quickly follows his strike by stroking my pussy, blending pleasure and pain. “Oh what the fuck?”
“You want to know why I’m barely ever here?” There’s real tension in his voice, like he’s struggling with himself. I look over my shoulder and his usual dark mask is slipping. There’s emotion in his expression, almost painful. “This is why.”
Another smack. I moan, wiggling my hips, wanting the good stuff to follow, but it doesn’t. Instead, he spanks again, and again, the anticipation building alongside the stinging pain.
“It isn’t only my life on the line now, baby,” he says, tightening his grip on my hair. “It’s you too, and I’m afraid of how badly I want this… right here… and how much I want to be in bed with you, too.”
“Brenden. It’s okay.”
Smack. Smack. I whimper, but he gives me what I need. One lovely stroke along my soaking lips, lingering on my clit. My knees shake with how good it feels in contrast to the sharp pain of the spanking.
“It’s not fucking okay… looking at you every day, my dick hard, imagining all the filthy ways I can ruin you…”
“But I want that too.”
“Which makes it worse.” He leans over, biting my shoulder, shivering with desire. He’s shaking with how badly he wants me, I realize in a flash, and it sends a jolt of need into my core.
This man, who has made a living erasing himself and making himself invisible, suddenly can’t hide from me.
That must be horrific. And maybe he’s starting to like it too.
I turn, lacing fingers behind his neck and pulling him to my lips. I kiss him, grinding my bare body against his, as I reach down to unbuckle his belt. It’s fumbling and awkward but I don’t care. I want him, every inch of him, all of him between my legs groaning. I bite and nibble and kiss, sucking and licking until his dick’s free and I’m rolling my hips against his hardness.
“You think I care about anything right now?” I whisper, eyes locked on his so he knows I’m not kidding. “You think anything else but this matters?”
“Tallie…”
“I want you inside of me, Brenden. I want you to fuck me until I can’t think about anything else.”
He lets out an aching groan. “Please, baby.”
“Fuck me Brenden. Forget about what’s out there. Fuck me and feast on me and fill me to the brim and tell me I’m yours. That’s all I need.”
With a moan of relief and relinquishment, he turns me around again, kicks my feet until my legs are spread and my hands are gripping the frame, and sinks himself inside my pussy.
God, it feels incredible. He stretches me to my limits and doesn’t stop. I woke something in him and now he’s thrusting into me like he can’t control himself anymore. This man, this unit of stone, a human carefully balanced around the idea of keeping himself restrained at all times, can’t hold back anymore. The floodgates open and I love it.
He’s crumbling for me.
I take him, reaching back to put a hand on his hip as he thrusts hard. He bends it behind my back instead, pinning me roughly. “Fuck Tallie,” he moans in my ear, biting my shoulder. “Fuck baby you feel so good. I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t…”
“Don’t you fucking stop.”
He thrusts deeper and releases my wrist to wrap a hand around my hips, to find my soft, soaking, swollen clit, and to stroke it until my knees shake. Sweat beads my skin as he takes me and I can’t handle him much longer.
“Let it all go to hell,” he whispers. “So long as I get to taste you.”
That breaks me. I shatter on him, begging him to keep going. His fingers dimple my hips and I feel him finish inside of me, filling me like I’m his vessel, like I’m his toy. I almost collapse when it’s over, eyes filmy and black, but he catches me and carries me to the couch where he drags me down into his lap. I curl against him, searching for support and care, and he holds me, kissing me gently and telling me how pretty I am, how good I am, how amazing I feel.
I don’t know when it happened, when Brenden went from nuisance to a need, but it’s aching in me now. Maybe the process is still ongoing as we get to know each other. Maybe I need to hide from him his shell some more. But all my life I’ve been a woman people have seen, stared at, remarked on, compared themselves to, and now I’m with a man who only wants to disappear. I love it more than I ever thought I could. Like he gives me permission to be someone else.