Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Well shit.
My heart pounds furiously as I begin bending myself in half, my ass high in the air with Izaac’s greedy gaze locked between my thighs. Only he shakes his head. “Uh-uh,” he rumbles, captivated by the sight. “Slower.”
Yes, Daddy!
I slow my pace until I can’t physically go any further, and in this position, I’m forced to keep my head down, unable to see him, but damn it, I sure as hell feel him, especially as he steps in behind me, his hand brushing across my ass and stopping right between my legs. “Now,” he says, that deep tone holding every bit of authority. “Remove your boots.”
The desire pools deep in my core and as I reach around to the back of my boots and find the small zip, Izaac moves the sheer fabric of my thong aside and thrusts his fingers deep inside my waiting cunt. I gasp, my walls contracting around his thick fingers. “Don’t you fucking move, Birdy,” he says, pressing his other hand to my lower back and keeping me still.
He rotates his fingers inside of me, and my walls tremble around him as my eyes flutter closed. It’s so fucking good, even more so when he stretches another finger to my clit and rubs lazy circles. “Good girl,” he says. “Boots. Off. Now.”
Realizing the zipper hasn’t moved an inch, I get to work, slowly drawing it all the way down until I can slip out of the knee-high boot before moving on to the other, and when they’re finally gone, that thick tone sails through the room once again. “Take your ankles, Little Bird. Don’t let go.”
I swallow hard, and just as I curl my hands around my ankles, his fingers are replaced by something cool. My back stiffens, and as he pushes it inside me, I realize it’s some kind of metal ball. I gasp as the heavy ball rests inside me, quickly followed by a second. They slowly move, massaging deep inside of me, and everything clenches. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no stranger to sex toys, but this? Oh yeah, I’m definitely a stranger to this, but I plan to get well acquainted.
“That okay?” he asks.
All I can do is swallow hard and nod.
“Don’t move, Birdy.”
I feel as he shifts behind me, and before I even know what he’s doing, he’s on his knees, and just as his warm mouth closes over my clit, the balls begin vibrating inside of me. “Oh, holy fuck,” I gasp, sucking in a deep breath, my knees buckling beneath me.
I feel Izaac’s wicked grin against my core, but as my whole body begins to tremble, I can’t even call him out on it. It’s intense and so fucking good. And as those balls move inside of me, I swear I see stars.
My breath comes in uneven, deep pants, and as his tongue flicks over my clit, I feel that familiar tightening deep in my core. “Fuck, Izaac,” I groan, my nails digging into my ankles as I squirm beneath his hold.
I can’t take it. It’s too much. Too intense, but damn it, I’m gonna see it through.
He works my clit better than I ever could with my fingers. Sucking, flicking, teasing until I’m practically riding his gorgeous face, all while the vibrating balls send me into a whole new dimension. “Oh, shit. I’m gonna—”
I can’t get the words out before I explode, my orgasm booming through me like a fucking rocket, overwhelming my system and taking me higher than ever before. Whatever is controlling the vibration of the balls doesn’t let up, nor does Izaac’s tongue, and as my walls shatter around the balls, my orgasm intensifies.
My knees start to buckle, sheer will being the only thing keeping me up at this point, and as my orgasm pulses through my body, everything clenches. My walls begin to spasm, unable to handle the intensity for even a second longer, and as if sensing my limit, Izaac eases up and the vibration slowly fades, but he doesn’t dare shut it off completely.
I collapse.
Izaac catches me before I hit the ground and gently lowers me until I’m sprawled on the cool floor, unable to catch my breath. “Holy fucking shit,” I breathe. “I need to get me some of these balls.”
Izaac grins. “On your knees, Aspen,” he says, getting to his feet. “You think you’re done just because you came? That was barely a warm-up.”
Well, shit.
Unable to move, especially with the balls still inside of me, all I can do is sit up and lean back onto my hands, watching as he reaches over his shoulder and grips his shirt, pulling it over his head, and in the dim lighting, he looks like a fucking god—a Greek god just as he’s always joked.
That dark gaze swings back toward me. “I thought I told you to get on your knees,” he questions before holding up some kind of controller. He presses a button and the balls buzz to life with such intensity, it’s as though Izaac had physically hotwired the fuckers and sent a million volts of electricity shooting through me.