Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 415(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“You might?” My eyes nearly fall out of my head. “You better be kidding.”
“Let’s see how wet you are.”
I drop my knees to the side, opening myself up for him. He chuckles quietly while getting into position between my legs. The sight of him framed between my thighs makes me whimper and I know, without a doubt, I’ll never recover from this night. Please don’t let this be a one and done.
He blows a breath across my swollen nub, before dragging a finger through my slit. I moan and do my best to encourage more. Gannon, though, refuses.
My emotions are all over the place as desire, frustration, and a heightened sense of excitement war inside me. I’ve never seen this side of Gannon before. He’s alive, teasing, amused. He’s actually enjoying himself and that makes this even better.
“Admit it,” he says, his eyes never leaving mine. “You’ve been soaked like this for days.”
I wince at the throb between my legs. “How is this not as painful for you as it is for me?”
“Oh, it hurts me, too. But I’m used to it. Every time I see you, my balls ache.”
“Oh, God.”
I suck in a hasty breath as his tongue parts my pussy. My hips tilt automatically, giving him better access. I try to push against his face, desperate for more, but the fabric binding me to the headboard refuses me that luxury.
“I’ve dreamed of this little pussy,” he says, shoving a finger inside me. “You have no fucking idea how many nights I’ve held my cock in my hand and imagined it was your mouth sliding over it.”
My eyes squeeze closed, absorbing the pleasure of him adding another finger.
“I wonder if it’s as many nights as I’ve gone to bed fucking myself with a vibrator, pretending it was you.”
“Fucking hell, Carys.”
“Harder. Please,” I beg, the intense longing for an orgasm overtaking me.
“Like this?”
He thrusts his fingers deep inside me, twisting and pulling them out. Over and over, he continues this motion, building me closer and closer to my climax. My breaths go shallow as I brace for impact.
“Okay,” he says, pulling away. “That was enough.”
My head lifts off the bed with my mouth agape. “What the fuck are you doing?”
He smirks, running his tongue along his bottom lip. “Just having some fun.”
“I hate you.”
“You’ve said that before, yet here you are.”
Frantic, I pull my hands but it’s no use.
“Eyes on me,” he says, backing off the bed. “If you look away, it will only get worse for you.”
“This isn’t fun.”
“Yes, it is.” He winks as he reaches down and fists himself. “I learned this trick from you.”
No. No, no, no. I struggle against the binds again.
“Hey,” he says, his voice stern.
I stop, panting.
“If you keep moving or look anywhere but at me, I will ensure you don’t come for the rest of the night. Understood?”
I lie still. My body’s rioting—screaming—desperate for him to stop this madness and satiate me. But as he slides his hand up and down his shaft slowly, from root all the way to the swollen tip, I forget about the chaos inside me. Instead, I watch the hottest man I’ve ever seen jack himself off to me.
“Do you wish you were sucking me right now?” he asks, narrowing his eyes.
“Yes.”
“Do you wish you could reach out and touch me? That you could feel how turned on I am by you?”
I nod. “Yes.”
“Spread your legs and let me see your pussy.”
I do as instructed, spreading my knees as wide as I can. He moves so that he’s lined up with a direct shot of my body. The muscles in his forearms cord as he picks up speed, sliding down to the base to the tip repeatedly.
My clit burns as I watch him grow closer to his orgasm.
“Okay,” I say, barely able to speak through the tightness in my throat. “Point made.”
His jaw flexes, and the vein in his temple throbs as he jerks himself harder.
“Gannon, enough.”
He comes around the side of the bed, biting down on his bottom lip. He grazes my body with his eyes. They sweep over my stomach, across my hardened nipples, and to my mouth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans, a bead of sweat glistening on his forehead.
His attention lands on my pussy again as his balls tighten.
I writhe in place, my mouth watering as the tension in the room builds. His breaths are rapid. His hand squeezes tighter around his cock.
He’s going to come.
“You sonofabitch! Don’t you come!”
My breasts grow heavy, and my nipples bead so hard it hurts.
Gannon’s lips part as he stands against the side of the bed. If my hands were free, I could touch him. He towers over me, his beautiful naked body shaking before a rope of cum shoots from the tip of his cock and lands across my belly.