Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Slowly, I thrust into her pussy again, so fucking slow, in and out, and I don’t speed up the slightest.
“You’re a dick.”
“And you’re going to wish you knew what a slow build felt like when I’m done with you.” I keep our gazes locked, leaning in and sweeping my tongue across her. “This way, when your orgasm hits, you’ll have no idea it was coming, but when it does…you will come so hard and fast, and all that tension in your body will disappear. You’ll be putty in my arms, just the way I want you.”
I lick across her again, the sound of her arousal as my fingers disappear inside her the only thing to be heard.
Her lips clamp tight, nostrils flaring.
“Do you like the sight of me between your legs?” I taunt, and I expect her to snap back, but she doesn’t.
Her lips part and she moans, eyes locked on me as the sweet fucking sound slips free and finally, her hands drive into my hair. They dig in, her head falling to the wall, eyes clamping closed as her fingers grip what she can of my hair, pushing me into her pussy with all her might.
She starts to shake, every inch of her trembling, and I groan into her, her moans following, quickening by the second.
My pulse accelerates and I tear out of her, shooting to my feet with a growl and hauling her from hers.
She squeals, growls back, but then I slam her into the window again, sliding her up it, and when she’s high enough, she knows what to do, her legs clamp around my shoulders, and I wrap my hands around them, palming her thighs as I dive my face back between her pussy lips.
I don’t suck her clit, I attack it. Beating it with my tongue and lips, and when her entire body locks, her moan so fucking loud there is no way the guards outside miss it, I bite.
She screams, the sound echoing around us, and I feel precum leaking from my cock.
My eyes fly up, locking on her face.
It’s wound tight, a frown along her brow and her teeth sinking into her lip, biting down so hard I spot the little tear of skin there. Slowly, I lower her from my shoulders, but I don’t let her go.
I cradle her to my body, pushing her head against my chest, and she doesn’t fight me.
She goes completely limp, letting me lead her where I may.
This right here, this is the first time I’ve gotten to hold her in my arms.
I’ve waited for this, and when she mumbles, “So much better than in the book,” my chest swells with pride.
I make it to the entrance of our room before I remember why I was so pissed off at her during dinner tonight. My fingers curl a little tighter around her, holding her to me even closer, and I swallow the sigh that threatens to slip when hers fans across my neck.
She only just caved to this impervious pull between us.
It’s too bad I have to go and piss her off again…
Boston
I have no idea if I was just laid onto the bed or if I’m just waking from it. All I know is when my eyes open, the blankets are kicked around my feet and I’m in the center of it, Enzo standing at the edge, staring down at me. My dress is still on, panties too for that matter, but he’s looking at me like he has X-ray vision, as if I’m laid out before him in absolutely nothing, unmistakable yearning burning in his eyes.
My eyes fall to the massive bulge in his slacks, stretching the expensive material to its max, and when there’s a little twitch behind the zipper, my tongue accidently slides across my lips. Instantly, I wince, my finger coming up to dab at my lower one.
“You made yourself bleed,” he tells me. “I’m tempted to punish you for it.”
I say nothing, just stare at those heated eyes.
“You look good in our bed, Little Bride,” he says, an unexpected softness woven in his raspy tone. “I think I got the green right.”
I frown in question, and he motions to the comforter. “Your eyes, they have many shades. I believe I captured them all.”
My heart beats a little harder, so I look away.
He hums, walking over to the far wall. When a flash catches my attention, I look to see he’s turned on the giant fireplace making up several feet in the center of the wall. Even the flames are green, though he changes them to a soft pink, and as he does, the entire room begins to glow with a matching trim, hidden LED lights coming to life and creating the perfect scene. I can imagine lying naked by the fire, a good book in hand, and the buttery blankets draped over my legs…a certain dark hazel-eyed man at my back, toying with my hair before taking it in his fist, if only to whisper the words on the page into my ear. Yes, I can see it now. He would enjoy reading to me, toying with me as he did. I think he would like that.