Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“Then you’ll come.”
“I need . . . I need . . . ” Why was it so hard for her to tell him what she needed?
“What do you need, my baby?”
His voice was rough, hot. And she moaned again as he hit this spot inside her that had her seeing stars.
“I need to touch my clit. Please. I won’t be able to come unless I touch my clit.”
“You’ve never come just from being fucked?” he asked.
“No!” She shook her head. “I can’t!”
“I don’t like that word, remember?”
Shoot. It seemed like she might be in trouble right now.
He moved one hand and placed it on her mound, right over her clit.
It wasn’t enough friction. Not nearly enough. She sobbed.
“Please,” she begged.
“I want you to try. For me. You can try, can’t you, baby? And if you can’t come from just my cock, I will lay you back on the sofa and eat you out. I promise.”
Another cry, but she nodded.
“Just empty your head. Don’t think of anything but pleasing me. Of what you can feel. Nothing else. All you have to do is just hold on and feel.”
“No pressure?”
“No pressure. You feel so fucking good. Your pussy is so tight. God. I can barely hold myself back from coming inside you right now. Fuck, baby.”
A whimper escaped her. She needed more.
“Please, please,” she cried. “I need more. Harder. Faster. Please. It feels so good.”
“You beg so fucking nicely. Such a good girl for me. And good girls get rewarded, don’t they?” He slid his hand away from her mound, but she barely noticed as he fucked her even harder. It was all she could do to keep herself upright.
Her orgasm was building inside her. Growing and growing.
“I want you to come with me, baby. I know you can do it. Come around my cock. You know I own you, so be a good baby girl for me and come.”
She couldn’t remember ever feeling like this during sex. She was sobbing. So wet that she knew she was making a mess of him, of her dress. And in so much need that she couldn’t take it anymore.
Emptying her mind, Faith let go.
And. It. Was. Glorious.
She came around him, clenching down on his thick dick as he groaned, spilling himself inside her. Her mind spun, and the room around her disappeared.
All that was left was Reuben and pleasure.
By the time she started coming down from the high, he’d pulled out of her and was lifting her up into his arms.
“My dress is ruined,” she muttered, snuggling into him. Her mouth found his nipple and she flicked it with her tongue.
He shuddered and slapped her thigh. She yelped, glaring up at him.
“Behave yourself, brat. I thought that spanking would have been enough, but if you need more . . . ”
“I don’t!”
He grinned and carried her into a huge bedroom. It was kind of sparse. The bed was enormous, with a large headboard made of a wooden frame with a leather insert.
There were two matching nightstands and a television on the wall at the end of the bed. A dark-blue rug lay on the floor under the bed. And that was it. No knickknacks, no lamps, no photos. Not even a stray sock or pair of boxers on the floor.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“You’re very tidy.”
He grunted. “I like things to be a certain way. I like order and structure.”
What the heck was he doing with her then? Nothing about Faith was neat and tidy.
He carried her through into a bathroom. It was completely tiled with black, white, and gold marble. It was so opulent that it took her breath away. Two sinks, an enormous walk-in shower, and a jetted bath tub. There was a door to the side which she guessed led to the toilet. Reuben set her down by the shower before reaching in to turn it on.
“This is . . . it’s so gorgeous.”
“You like it?”
“How could I not?”
He glanced around as though taking it in for the first time. “It’s nice.”
Wow. He must be used to fancy things if he thought this was just nice.
He undid her dress the rest of the way and it pooled at her feet. She was in too much awe to really care that she was fully naked for the first time in front of him.
Thank God she’d shaved everything today, though.
“Come on, the water is warm enough.”
“Oh.” She stared at him as he stepped into the shower and held a hand out to her. “I just, um, need to go to the toilet first.”
Faith could feel him leaking out of her. And it might be weird, but she wanted to clean up before she got in the shower.
“Blossom, get in here. Now.”
She was stepping into the shower before she’d even thought about it.
With a sigh, she stared up at him in disgruntlement. “What if I’d needed to pee? It’s a good thing to pee after sex.”