Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
We rock together, with him holding me closer than any man before him, kissing and nipping at me as if he can’t deny himself the taste of my skin. As if I was the best lover he ever had. And while he’s quite rough in the way he squeezes me, by the time I need to hold on to the edge of the tub as Kyranis pounds my ass at full speed, splashing water everywhere, I want him to go faster, harder, and turn me inside out.
I want to forget reality, my shitty childhood, all the bad boyfriends of the past, and the never-ending grind in hope of one day earning enough to turn my life around.
In Kyranis’s arms, all those things seem so distant they might as well be fake.
Each thrust makes me lose my mind a little, and as I feel him tremble against me, I brace myself, ready for his cum.
I’ve only ever gone bare a few times, back in my teens when I was young and dumb. I feel no hesitation about letting him breed me though. I should. I should probably hate him and spit in his face for spying on me, but there’s no point in lying about just how hot I find him.
“Right there!” I whimper when he hits the right spot again and again, making me clench the rim of the bathtub. I might come before him if he keeps pounding into me like a machine made for satisfying hungry bottoms.
Water splashes out of the tub, but I guess that’s what the moss is there to soak up so I don’t care.
Kyranis’s raspy panting teases my ear as he whispers, “You’re all mine now. My precious Companion. Your tight hole, your pretty pink lips…” He slides his hand to my chin and slips his thumb between my lip and gums, leaving me breathless. “Who do you belong to?” He rasps, pushing into me with a hard thrust.
“P-prince Kyranis,” I mumble around his fingers, losing touch with reality altogether.
He stiffens, briefly going out of rhythm, and for a moment I worry I’ve said something wrong, but then he presses a hard kiss to my neck and rasps, “Kyran. Call me Kyran. Say my name.”
When he slides his other hand to my cock, all he needs to do is squeeze it and I go wild. I rut into his fist, impaling myself on his dick in the process, and I come so hard I might not know my name anymore, but I do know his.
“Kyran! Prince Kyran. Lord Kyran,” I cry out, shattered with the spasms that make me clench my ass harder around his thick tool.
“Yess!” He sounds like a venomous snake, and moments later, as he braces himself against me, I sense him pulse inside.
Oh fuck, he’s coming. He’s coming inside me. And it’s so perfect I can’t even put it into words.
Trembling softly, he rests his face on my shoulder, then kisses it, and finally leans back, as if to sit on his heels. But when I expect him to slide out in the process, he instead grabs my hips and pulls me with him, until I’m sitting on his still-hard cock, my head on his shoulder as we both rest.
I’m way beyond fighting him. At least for a few more hours. At least until I can think straight again.
“That… I…” I close my eyes to gather my thoughts as he holds me instead of getting ready to leave like most of my lovers. “That might have been the best fuck of my life,” I utter, weightless in his arms. My legs are spread without shame over his thighs, and I’m still catching my breath, not caring that the buttons and straps of his outfit dig into my ass.
“Really?” Kyranis—Kyran—asks before catching himself with a grunt of annoyance. “I mean… I loved it too. You feel so… so warm,” he says, hugging me while we kneel in the water.
For once, my cynical mask slips, and I smile, sliding my hand over his. My heart is still racing from the mind-bending orgasm. “You shouldn’t have been spying on me…” I mumble, so sleepy I have to fight my own eyelids to keep them open.
His laugh is raspy and so pleasant I could fall asleep to its sound. “You don’t mean it,” he says and lifts me until his softening shaft slips out of me.
My knees are marshmallows, and I’m ready to complain about having to stand up, but he holds me in his arms as if my weight is no issue for him. Kyran manages to step out of the bath while holding me without effort. I want to curl up against him and fall asleep. Is that needy? I’m so tired. He fucked my brains out, and all I want is a bit of comfort.