Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
He consumes me, and I don’t even care. I’d die happily at his feet so long as he lets me come first. My lungs burn, and I realize I’m not breathing. He's stealing the air right out of my lungs, sucking it right out of me with his lips latched on tight to my clit.
“Sebastian,” I beg between gasps, “Please. Please.”
I’m so close. My toes curl in my boots, every nerve ending on fire, my muscles tightening to the point of pain. He’s right, he’s going to destroy me for anyone else, and I don’t care.
I whimper when he pulls away just long enough to growl out an order, “Come on my fucking tongue, Prey. Let me drink your arousal; let me have what’s only made for me.”
His filthy mouth adds gasoline to an already out-of-control fire, and when his lips latch back onto my clit, his fingers finding some magical spot at the top of my pussy, I burst into flames.
“Sebastian!” I scream his name as I dig my nails into his scalp, and he makes a noise, something close to a groan of approval, the sound slicing right through me.
With an undeniable need guiding him, he presses his whole face against my pussy, his mouth, his nose, all of it, almost like he’s trying to truly devour me. A memory flashes in my mind of him fucking my face in almost an identical manner, and I let it play back in my head as I float back down from heaven.
I’m still catching my breath when he pulls away, his fingers still inside me, which he uses to fuck me lazily. There's a slight ache from the pressure, but it only adds to the onslaught of sensations.
“You beg so pretty, Ely.” He grins and then leans in and bites my clit while he thrusts his fingers deep, lazily in my pussy. “Think you can come again for me?”
“I don’t know,” I tell him, but whine when he tries to pull his fingers out.
“Mmm, you’re going to make a beast out of me,” he snarls and assaults me with his tongue, worshipping my clit, while he fucks my pussy slowly. I’m high on pleasure, and I don’t want it to stop.
I’m not sure how he does it, but he pulls another orgasm out of me, ripping it from my bones and making me scream his name.
I shudder against him, the aftershocks rippling through my body, making it difficult to breathe or exist. He lets me ride his hand through it, easing away only after my knees have stopped shaking and I’ve gained my footing.
Pushing to his feet, he towers over me, his six-foot frame drawing my five-foot-two one to my feet. I watch as he brings his hand to my mouth. I can see my juices coating his fingers, dripping down his wrist. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, how fucking perfect your face looks when you come. I can’t wait to see it as I slide deep into your cunt. Owning you, forcing you to take every fucking inch.”
I don’t know what to say or how to react. I’m still reeling from the orgasms, and now he’s showering me with praise and filthy fucking words.
Bringing the digits to my lips, he smiles. “Lick them clean, Prey. Taste yourself.”
It's nothing less than an order, and I obey before I even consider it. Closing my lips around the digits, the slick, salty taste of my own release fills my mouth. It’s not a bad taste. In fact, it turns me on to taste myself on his fingers. I flick my tongue against the digits, sucking intently until I’ve removed every drop of my release while staring into his eyes.
When he finally pulls away, his fingers leaving my mouth with a resounding pop, the reality of what we’ve done crashes down on me. I look away, hesitant and vulnerable now that he’s peeled back my layers.
What happens now?
I want to ask that question so badly it makes me ache, but I don’t want to ruin the moment. Sebastian reaches down and snags his knife off the ground while adjusting his bulging erection.
I sway on my feet, a wave of dizziness sweeping through me as he jerks my hoodie sleeve down, the back falling to pool around my hips and baring my arm to him. I look up at him, hesitant at what I might see in his eyes.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle a look of regret or anger. I already told him I don’t want to be another girl to him. What I find is neither of those emotions; instead, he’s looking at me with satisfaction and need.
My heart clenches in my chest with all these unfamiliar emotions. When he reaches for my hand, I give it to him without hesitation. I think nothing of it when he shifts the knife into my grasp, forcing me to take hold of it. His own hand blankets mine, wrapping around my grip tightly. Then his eyes are back on me. His own gaze is warm, tender.