Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
He broke the kiss with a hard nip to the corner of my mouth. “Turn around.”
I blinked, taken aback. What, no sensual torture this time? Then I remembered his earlier words …
I’m not in the mood to play nice.
Huh. I did as he requested.
“What a well-behaved fuck doll you are,” he praised with something akin to pride, his eyes twin gales of intemperate lust. “Grab onto the counter.”
I grasped it tight, licking my lips. I heard the rustle of clothes, the jingle of a belt buckle, the lowering of a zipper. Something warm and hard slapped my ass.
I swallowed. “I need—”
“You should need.” His jaw hard, he kicked my legs further apart. “You should need me every bit as much as I need you.”
He really didn’t sound all too pleased about the needing me part.
His lips grazed my ear. “I hope for your sake that you’re wet, baby, or this is going to hurt.” He swiped the broad head of his cock along my slit once, twice.
Then he slammed home.
My breath caught as my aching core was stuffed so full it stung. But I was wet, so it wasn’t too much. Which was good for me, because he didn’t give me a single second to adjust.
He bounced me on his cock. Literally. There was no thrusting, no. He didn’t fuck me. He was using my body to get off—simple.
The hands firmly clamped around my hips forcefully yanked me onto his cock, his pace frantic and unrelenting as he treated me like the fuck doll he’d called me. And I reveled in it—moaning, whimpering, drinking in his every grunt and groan.
His thick shaft mercilessly abraded my slick inner walls. The friction was maddening. The fullness was overwhelming. The winding tension was all-consuming.
His hold on my hips becoming tighter, he locked his gaze on mine again. “Look at you, all flushed and owned and blissed-out.”
I gasped as he shifted me slightly. The new angle made his cock slide even deeper each time he roughly hauled me to him. I scraped at the counter with my nails, biting so hard into my lip I was surprised I didn’t taste blood.
The tension inside me began to coil and sharpen as my release came closer and closer. My thigh muscles bunched and quivered. My breaths started coming hard and fast. My moans rose in volume. My grip on the counter became white-knuckled.
A finger rolled my clit. “Come.”
The heat in my belly boiled over and exploded outward, wrenching a hoarse cry out of my throat, making my pussy tighten and ripple.
He didn’t stop bouncing me on his cock. He roughly used me like it was his God-given right, completely unapologetic about it, making it clear that he wasn’t done.
The skin of my hips hurt from his bruising grip, but I didn’t care. Didn’t care when he began handling me even more roughly as he spoke of all the unspeakable things he wanted to do to me.
My breath caught as a wet fingertip whispered over the puckered hole between the cheeks of my ass. I clenched against the intrusion without thought, and he let out a dark chuckle.
“You can’t keep me out, baby. This ass is mine.” As if to prove it, he pushed his finger forward and breached the tight ring of muscle. “It’s always been mine. I claimed it long ago. I never gave it back.”
He started impaling me even harder on his cock, the move also filling my ass with his finger. Holy fucking shit, I was going to come again super soon. The dual assault was wrecking me.
I burned, I shuddered, I spiraled with mindless need. Tension began to gather and simmer low in my belly again—it built fast, poised itself to strike. And then it crept closer …
My inner walls rippled. My breathing went to shit. My grip on the counter tightened.
“That’s it, come for me again,” he rumbled.
Oh, I came all right. A blinding, far-too-intense pleasure roared through me over and over in what felt like an endless loop of euphoria. My head whipped back as a silent scream robbed me of breath and my pussy clamped down on him.
Dax grunted. “Fuck, Addie.” Then he started to fuck me, ramming his hips forward over and over, making his belt buckle jingle. It was brutal and pitiless and violent.
I felt his cock thicken and pulse just before he buried himself unbearably deep. He bit out something crude as he exploded, blasting out whip after whip of come.
Then we both kind of slumped.
Chapter Thirty-One
“I really appreciate this, Addie,” said Marleigh the following Saturday as we stood on her front door step. “The shower was everything I would have wanted.”
Neither Sabrina nor I had told her that we’d been planning to throw the baby shower for her. We’d only sprung the news of it on Marleigh yesterday, and … well, she’d cried. The heavily pregnant woman did a lot of that nowadays. She was close to crying again right at this very moment—her eyes were actually welling up.