Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Roark leans down, his breath heats the skin of my neck seconds before his lips skate over the sensitive spot below my ear. “Relax, my queen.”
The breath I didn’t realize I was holding bursts from my lungs and I lay limply beneath him. Taking that as my submission, he brushes a soft kiss on my shoulder. I tremble, my mind rushing over what is about to happen. I’m so distracted by my own thoughts that I jump when Roark’s fingertips glide down my back, over my ass, along my thighs, and back up again. Each pass of his fingers lulls me into an almost dreamlike trance. Lost in sensation I hardly notice how Roark has repositioned me to my knees, then his mouth is on me--hot and wet--devouring my pussy from behind.
My orgasm rushes through my body, barrelling down on me from nowhere and everywhere. I cry out his name, shaking and panting. I expect him to stop and do as he said--fuck my ass, but he doesn’t. His wicked tongue continues to eat at me, licking and sucking every inch of my pussy until I’m on the edge again and again. I’m a sobbing mess as I beg for release. Finally, one of his thick digits presses inside me and I shudder.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Give it to me.”
His command lights the fire I needed to explode. Lights flash behind my eyes and my entire body bursts into a million peices. Before I have a chance to come down, Roark moves that deliciously thick finger from my pussy and trails my wetness up to my ass. I flinch when his finger gently rims me, but his quiet murmurs and the continued pleasure of his tongue on my clit are enough to distract me.
Slowly, his finger penetrates me, there was a slight twinge of pain, but now there is nothing but pleasure. My body is quickly ramping up to another orgasm, I’m reaching for it with both hands, but it’s snatched away when Roark moves away. Then he’s kneeling behind me and I know this is it--he’s going to own this last piece of me. He owns everything else--my heart, mind, body, and soul--this is just part of that ownership.
His hard cock is pressed between my cheeks and I have a brief moment of panic that he’s just going to take me, but I should’ve known better. Roark would never do anything to harm me. Hurt me for my pleasure, yes. Cause true harm? Never. I hear the snap of a lid then feel a cool trail of liquid slide between my cheeks, then his fingers are there rubbing it into my crease. His hand doesn’t just focus on my ass, he runs those wicked fingers over my pussy, circling my clit, dipping inside, then up and around my ass again. Over and over until I’m mindless.
“Roark… Please…” I beg.
Finally, his hands are gone and his cock is there, gliding easily through the lubrication. Again, I expected this to be the end of it, but I couldn’t be more wrong. His cock moves the same path his of his fingers. He’s driving me so crazy I’m about to scream at him to just fuck me already. As if he senses this, he finally presses the tip of his cock to my ass, making me freeze.
“Hush, my queen. Breathe and push against me.”
I look over my shoulder at him and am met with a fiery, lust filled gaze that has me wanting this as much as him. I do as he said, releasing my breath and pushing back into him. My eyes widen as the pressure becomes almost too much, but my king and his wicked fingers on my clit distract me until it’s nothing but pleasure.
“So fucking beautiful,” Roark praises. “Look at you taking my cock.”
His words are almost as maddening as his movements—slow and steady. I want more. I want him to fuck me. To give me everything that he is. Realizing he’s being gentle because he thinks that’s what I want, I decide to take matters into my own hands. I want my dominant king. With his next thrust I push my ass into him, forcing him inside me deep and hard. We both groan. His fingers dig into my hips and he holds me still.
“Fuck me, my king. Take what’s yours.”
With a growl he does exactly that. Each movement is harder than the last as he pistons inside me. His hands gripping me so hard that I know I’ll be wearing his bruises for days.
“Cum, my queen.”
I’m standing at the precipice of the biggest, most earth shattering orgasm ever, but not quite there yet. Once again, Roark senses what I need and his hand cracks against my ass. I detonate. Seconds later he grunts his own release.
“Wow,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.