Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
I’m ready though.
He takes me inch by inch, taking his time. “Rub your clit, Mila. It’ll help you relax around me.”
I do as he asks, slipping my hand between my legs and gently rolling my fingers over my clit. Pulling in a few deep, calming breaths, I let myself relax around him until the burn begins to feel almost welcoming.
Holy shit.
This is good.
“Okay,” I finally say, getting a little too confident and slowly moving up and down the dildo at the same time. “I can take more.”
“I know you can.”
He pushes deeper into me until I feel him finally bottoming out, and when he sucks in a breath, I know I’ve got him right where I want him. “Fuck me, Nick,” I beg him. “Claim all of me. Let me be a whore for you.”
His fingers dig into my hips, and I welcome the burn. When he shifts his hips, my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Holy fucking shit.”
“You’ve got that right,” he mutters through a clenched jaw.
My fingers keep rolling over my clit to help my muscles stay relaxed, and when he really starts to move, I realize what I’ve been missing out on all these years. I’ve never felt so full in my life. His movements are enough to rock me back and forth, my body making short pulses over the dildo. Every nerve ending comes alive. I’ve never experienced so much pleasure all at once, and I don’t know what to do with it.
He moves back and forth, being gentle while also taking me deep. It sets my body on fire in the best way. “Oh God, Nick. Yes,” I groan, my free hand clutching the side of the coffee table so tight that my knuckles turn white. “Don’t stop.”
He reaches over me and twists my hair into his hand again, pulling back against my hair and forcing me to arch my back. My cum-covered tits lift off the coffee table, and I cry out with the sweetest pleasure. The angle I take both him and the dildo shifts, and I’m launched into a whole new world of ecstasy.
“Shit. Nick, I . . . I can’t. I’m going to come.”
“Give it to me, Mila. Squeeze me. Show me how you come for me.”
“Fuck.”
He slams into me one more time, and my hips jolt, grinding me down over the dildo and massaging my walls from within, and as my fingers roll over my needy clit, I can’t hold onto it a second longer. My world detonates, and I crumble into a million tiny pieces as my orgasm rocks through me, taking me on the sweetest high.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I cry out.
Nick comes with me, both of us shattering as we come for the millionth time tonight. Hell, I’ve lost count of the number of times he’s enticed a soul-shattering orgasm out of me and made the world shake beneath my feet.
Taking pity on my poor body, Nick doesn’t drag this one out, instead, he comes to a stop, giving me instant relief as we both crumble. He slowly pulls back, and the moment he’s free I let out a breath as my body fully relaxes, despite the red replica being as deep as humanly possible.
My face rests against the coffee table, and at this point, I’m too exhausted to even care about the cum now squished between me and the table. It’ll start getting overly sticky soon, and when that happens, I can guarantee that I’m not going to want to be here. I just don’t have enough energy to care right now.
“You okay?” Nick asks, his fingers trailing along my spine.
“Uh-huh,” is all I can manage to say.
“Come on,” he laughs. “Let me shower you and then we’ll see about ticking a few more things off your wish list.” And with that, he scoops me up, leaving the dildo suction cupped to the coffee table, gently swaying back and forth.
11
MILA
After wrapping my silk gown around me, I scramble into my bed beside Nick, the exhaustion of the night quickly claiming me, but as long as he’s here, I’ll fight it. I won’t waste a single second of the night by accidentally falling asleep.
I nuzzle into Nick’s side, desperately wishing that things could be like this all the time, and while we’ve ticked plenty of things off our list, I can’t help but feel as though our time together is quickly coming to an end.
“What do we have left?” he questions, though something tells me he knows exactly what’s on this list. He doesn’t need the reminder, he’s just trying to keep my mind from going somewhere it shouldn’t.
“Let’s see, shall we?”
Reaching over Nick, I get the list and pen off my bedside table and try to work out how it got there when I was positive I left them on the couch, but at some point, I have to remember that when I’m with Nick, the impossible tends to happen.