Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 133138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
But when she tries to move off my head, I use both hands to lock her thighs down hard over my shoulders. “Stay,” I mumble against her flesh. “I want more.”
“Simon, I’m too heavy like this and I can’t hold myself up anymore,” she confesses, working hard to put a little space between her lips and my mouth.
When I look up at her, her eyes are filled with doubt, and I won’t have that. Autumn won’t doubt anything about us ever again.
“Love your holding me down, making me suck you, and coming without my cock even getting to touch you. If I need to breathe, I’ll tap out, but right now, I want you to sit down fully and let me worship you until you drown me in your pleasure.”
Her eyes flare with desire, and then she lowers herself, truly sitting as my queen. She weaves her hands into my hair and pulls me to her pussy. “Lick me again.”
She understands the game we’re playing, the gift of power and pleasure and how they can be interchanged.
And I do what she’s commanded me to do—I lick her, suck her, suffocate myself in her cleft as she grinds her pussy to my mouth, using me for her pleasure. Her thighs begin quivering next to my head, occasionally squeezing me and blotting out the sound of her panting breaths, but as her keening wails get louder, there’s no blocking them out.
Nor is there any stopping my reaction to her. I reach for my cock, jerking myself roughly because I’m already on the edge of another orgasm.
“Don’t come until you’re inside me, Simon. I want that cum. It’s mine . . . you’re mine.” Autumn pulls my hair a bit with the warning, and I have to squeeze my balls to keep them from spilling immediately with her claiming.
I keep loving her with my mouth, tongue, and teeth . . . and my heart and soul. How could either of us have considered living without the other? We’re two parts of the same whole, and one without the other would be forever incomplete.
And then she explodes once again for me. Her sharp heels dig into my sides, her hands rip at my hair, her body spasms, and her pussy gushes for me.
I don’t wait for her to ride it out. I flip her over in one quick move so that she’s on her back and I’m between her legs. I slam into her, bottoming out in her still-fluttering pussy in one stroke, and we both cry out at the incredible sensation.
I grab her hands, lifting them over her head and pinning them to the bed. I can feel her ring against my own finger, the reminder of how everything has changed tonight. Using my legs to spread hers wide, I hold her open, digging my toes into the bed for leverage. The power has changed, but the goal is the same . . . pleasure. Mine and Autumn’s.
“I love you,” I say forcefully, the words as powerful as my hard thrusts.
Autumn’s eyes go shiny with unshed tears, and for a moment, I think I’ve been too rough, but no . . . she’s filled with emotion the same as I am.
We might be fucking hard, but this is lovemaking all the same. This is an expression of how intensely and passionately we love one another.
“I love you too,” she chokes out.
“Good girl,” I praise her. “Now squeeze me with this sexy pussy. You want my cum? Take it. Everything I am, everything I have, it’s all yours, Princesse.”
I feel her pulsing her inner muscles, working me as I thrust into her. It only takes a moment before I’m on edge again. “What do you want?” I ask, expecting her to say she wants my cum again.
“You, forever,” she gasps.
And that hits deeper than any dirty words she could’ve moaned. We’ve used blindfolds and masks, been to the Dungeon, and had phone sex—all of them great adventures. But nothing compares to the bare-faced love I see shining back at me as I pour myself into Autumn. I come harder than I ever have, forcing my eyes to stay open and locked onto Autumn’s as I roar out her name.
Her body takes all of me, and when I see her eyes start to flutter, I can’t help but grin. “You coming again? What do you need?”
She thrashes her head, unable to speak, so I keep pumping into her as I murmur sweet words in French. I tell her how I’m going to marry her, make her the happiest woman in the whole world, and worship her every night. I promise to put a baby in her belly as soon as she’s ready and tell her that I hope our children have her red hair and spirit that goes soft sometimes and fiery at others. I tell her that she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and that her ass will be the death of me because I would do ridiculous things to hold it, smack it, and maybe someday, fuck it.