Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
He quickly texts back and then tosses my phone on the far side of the bed. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let me look at you.”
I shove the worry and concern for his mother to the back of my mind and shift so he can access the zipper on the back of the dress.
He peels the bodice off from around my shoulders and down to my waist. Then shoves the bra straps down my biceps and tugs it off at my elbows.
Goose bumps erupt across my skin, and he rubs his hands up my arms to warm me. It’s not necessary, not with his fingers pressing into my flesh and his eyes locked on my bare chest.
“Look at you. Still so fucking beautiful even after all the destruction and chaos,” he whispers. “Do you have any idea how strong and amazing you are?”
As if he can’t get me out of the dress fast enough, he tugs it down, ripping the material in his haste. It doesn’t bother me. I’d be fine if he burned the damn thing. I never want to see it again.
“You too,” I whisper, grasping his tuxedo jacket at the collar to shove it off his broad shoulders. I tug at the loose bow tie until I can strip it away and start on the buttons in a long line down his chiseled chest.
He tugs his shirt out of his pants and I rip it off his arms leaving him in his slacks. His shoes and pants go next until he’s standing in front of me in nothing but black boxer briefs. Damn he looks good. He always has but now, now that I know how so completely he is mine, he looks even better.
I swallow hard and meet his eyes. “Touch me.”
He licks his lips. “I’ll touch you but we are going to do it my way. You trust me with your life, now trust me to give you what you need.”
I lean forward, hoping for a kiss, but he just flashes me a quick smirk and sinks to his knees in front of me. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life worshiping you, and proving how much you mean to me, and I can’t think of a better spot to start than right here.” He grabs me by the ankles and tugs me forward, roughly placing my legs over his shoulders. “Now be a good girl and let me please my pussy.”
Psh...I laugh. “Did you just say please your pussy?”
He smirks and it hits differently as I meet his eyes over the curves of my body. Damn he’s beautiful, and free. So free, like a bird escaping a cage. I speer my fingers through his dark hair, as he places a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
“Yes!” He whispers, almost to himself. “Mine. My pussy.”
There’s an urgency to his words, to the way he touches me, like he’s afraid I might disappear beneath his fingertips if he doesn’t hurry.
His fingers sweep through my folds, moving lower, and then all at once he enters me with two thick digits. I’m not quite wet enough for the rough treatment but the slight sting and the way he does it with absolute confidence means I take it anyway.
“Fuck...” I hiss out, throwing my head back, squeezing my eyes closed.
He makes up for the roughness by sucking my clit between his lips, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin.
I lift my hips, begging for more, needing more. “Drew!”
He flicks his gaze up to meet mine and speaks against my pussy. “What did I tell you, Flower? It’s my pussy. Every inch of you belongs to me.”
When he ducks back down, he takes no mercy on me. His teeth graze my clit with every swipe of his tongue and when my body grows wetter, the muscles relaxing and adjusting he adds another finger. He fucks me with those three fingers, making me climb higher and higher.
I’m full, so deliciously full, but I love it.
All I can do is whimper when he gently eases in a fourth finger. Oh fuck.
“Can my pretty pussy take the whole thing? Can you take my fist in your cunt, Bel? Will you cream all over my fingers, and scream my name while you explode?”
There’s no other option but to take the pleasure and pain that he gives me. The sounds my body makes as he slips in and out of me, they’re embarrassing yet so hot they intensify my pleasure.
“Can you feel it, feel your pussy tightening around my fingers? God, I love seeing you stretched like this. At my mercy… hanging on the edge, waiting for my command.”
My toes curl, and I’m walking a tightrope of pleasure. There’s a burn in my core, and I know what he wants. There’s still one more finger to go. He’s going to stretch me as far as I can go, and make me take it even if I whine, whimper, and beg for him to stop.