Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I cup her ass, pull her flush against me, and grind into her until I hear the moan that she has been desperately trying to hide, escape out of her mouth. It is a sound of pure need and it shoots through me, igniting a fire I can barely control.
Fuck control!
Like a wild animal, I rip her delicate nightie down the middle. Underneath, she is naked but for a tiny scrap of lace. Her body is smooth and creamy. Like a porcelain statue, or a lost goddess. She is every bit as beautiful as I imagined. I want to taste her everywhere until she is a shivering, begging mess in my hands. I look directly into her eyes. I want her to see that I know exactly what she’s fighting.
I feel the smoothness of her skin as my hand slides up her inner thigh and I find her slick sex again. My fingers trace her soft folds through the drenched lace.
Her eyes widen.
Slowly, I rub the bud of her clit through the fabric. It’s impressively swollen… undeniably aching, begging for attention. I tease it, circling and pressing, feeling her body jump and twitch beneath my touch. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, and when I find just the right spot her eyes flutter downwards, and she lets out a moan so long and sweet that it makes my head spin.
I continue to stroke her, my fingers working her in slow, rhythmic motions, building her up until her entire body shudders violently.
“Oh God!” The words spill from her lips as she collapses against me while her hands grip my shoulders, and frantically pull me closer.
I kiss her deeply, and she responds in kind. She needs this as badly as I do. Her body presses against mine with a hunger as rabid as my own. As our tongues clash, I know that if I keep going, I’ll have her coming here and now, pinned against the kitchen counter.
And I plan to.
I want to make her lose every ounce of control she has. I keep my eyes on her face, watching every expression, every bite of her lip, every flutter of her lashes. I want to see her break apart, to witness her surrender as she comes undone.
She shudders and bucks against me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I inch my fingers underneath the fabric of her panties and tug it. It’s so flimsy it tears and falls away. Finally, I get to her bare pussy. She arches into me as moans fall from her mouth. Her sex is hot and wet as my fingers slide inside her.
"Don’t stop,” she whispers, her voice breaking.
“I’m not stopping, not even if you beg for it,” I growl.
Chapter Twenty-Six
LARA
Ifeel my juices trickle down my thighs.
Without warning, and as if I weigh nothing, he hoists me in the air and sits me on the cold marble top. Catching hold of my thighs, he spreads me until my legs are parted into a Y and my naked pussy is open and exposed. My clit is pulsating for his touch. I'm so ready, so aroused that I'm shaking. He stands back and stares hungrily at my dripping sex. He reaches out and touches my clit and I almost swoon from the wave of pleasure that passes over me.
"Raise your legs higher and wider," he commands. "Arch your back. Show me your pussy and your ass. Show me you want this."
I obey, God help me.
“Nice, Very nice,” he says and smiles with satisfaction.
I'm aware of the filthy picture I present, but I want his cock inside me so badly that I don’t care. He cups my sex and I’m stunned by how violently my body responds. I should be ashamed of myself, but not one ounce of shame courses through my electrified veins. This feeling is too good, way too good. The way he touches me, the perfect balance of roughness and tenderness has me melting against him. I need more. I need him to push me further.
I grind against his hand, each movement sending electric shivers down my spine. My clit throbs painfully, swollen and desperate for more. I turn to face him, my body betraying every ounce of shame I feel.
Every time my eyes flutter open, I catch him staring at me, his gaze hungry, predatory, triumphant. I know he’s won, I’ve surrendered, but the pleasure is so consuming that I can’t bring myself to care.
“Fuck,” he growls, the impatience and frustration thick in his voice.
His hands are on my breasts, squeezing them possessively. I’ve always known they were full, that they drew attention I didn’t want, but no one has ever grabbed them like this, making me feel like he does. There is a domineering roughness about his touch that makes me ache.
He kisses me again, and it’s deep, dirty, his tongue thrusting in and out of my mouth as if he is tongue fucking me. My hand reaches down between us and wraps around his length. He’s hot, hard, and thick, and the moment my fingers close around him, I feel the pulse of his arousal under my palm. It makes me shudder. As he strokes me, one finger slipping inside, I squeeze him, pumping slowly, savoring the way his cock twitches in my grip. With my eyes closed, I feel every inch of him, the heat and thickness that makes my breath catch in my throat.