Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
He kisses me desperately, tasting the spices that flavored our shared meal and distributing a taste that is uniquely him.
I respond to the urgency of his embrace with just as much rigor. I match the strokes of his tongue and moan into his mouth when his kiss makes my thighs shake.
The effortless strokes of his tongue and the playful nips of his teeth make me so legless that I stumble backward, needing something to brace against.
The moment my backside lands against the kitchen cabinet with a thud, Ark lifts me to sit on it and then yanks up my skirt. His tug when he shreds off my panties chafes my skin, but I’m lost in a sensation too perfect to convey panic.
I gasp into his mouth, loving how greedy he is to please me again when he wedges himself between my splayed thighs before he plays with the wetness between my legs.
“Mara… Christ. You’re drenched for me.”
I should be ashamed by how wet I am, embarrassed I’ve barely sat still over the past several hours, but I’m not.
Being desired is a drug I don’t see myself quitting anytime soon.
Ark groans when I rock against him, desperate for friction. I’m frantic for him to touch me, to make me scream his name, but since I can’t remove his cock and guide it between the folds of my pussy without touching him, I must wait.
Patience is not my strong point when it comes to this man.
“I need to get you ready for me. I don’t want to tear you—”
“I’m ready,” I interrupt, squirming. “I’m wet. You s-said so yourself.”
I may have gotten away with my lie if I hadn’t stammered. Since I did, Ark curls my toes by running his thumb down the opening of my pussy before slowly pushing it inside me.
“Christ,” he murmurs again, talking through the lust curled around his throat.
“See. I told you I was ready.”
Every sentence I speak without a stutter takes a mammoth effort, but the dividends it pays are phenomenal.
In less than a nanosecond, Ark pulls his massive cock out of his trousers and lines it up with my pussy.
“Ready?”
Air hisses between my teeth when one nod sees him lurching forward and ramming into me.
He’s so profoundly seated that my cervix spasms violently and my thighs shudder.
“Yesss.”
My hands seek something to grip as my body fights not to protest the sudden intrusion. It burns taking so much of him so fast, but it also feels good.
My nails find something to clutch when Ark pulls my hands behind my back before he pins them to the kitchen cabinet. They stab into the opposite hand, and the burn their scratching causes adds to the tingles racing through my core.
With my arms used as an A-frame brace, Ark tugs me forward until my backside is suspended off the edge of the counter and my hips are free to swing.
Desire shivers through me when he says, “Open wider for me, baby. If you want me to take you hard and fast, you need to open up for me.”
My immediate compliance sees his cock sinking into me, stretching me, and making me gasp.
With one hand clamping my arms behind my back and the other supporting my hips, he thrusts into me again and again and again.
I grow slicker and hotter with every grind, and our combined moans make the humidity in my poky kitchen unbearable.
But I can’t get enough.
I grunt and groan, dying for that feeling I doubt I’ll ever experience without him. It feels too surreal to imagine it with anyone else. Too good. I can’t picture anything rating as high as the euphoria I feel when Ark makes me come.
“Oh god.” I pant through the coils retightening in my lower stomach. “You’re so deep.”
“Because I want you to take all of me.” As he slams his hips upward, his face hard with lust, the veins in his neck work overtime. “To feel all of me.”
My head falls back when I take the last inch of him. He’s fully seated now, owning and commanding every inch of my pussy.
“Mm,” I moan, the urgency of our exchange relieving.
I was worried pushing him out of his comfort zone would alter things between us.
I had no reason to fret.
The more we share, the closer we become.
I’ve never trusted a man as much as I do Ark right now, and it is proven without fault when he adjusts my position, and it removes the only exit from my view.
Panic should be slicking my skin.
Fear should be present.
They’re not.
I’m seconds from climax, and I am not the only one aware of that.
Ark takes me harder and faster. He fucks like a machine, and within minutes, I’m overwhelmed for the umpteenth time this evening.
This time, Ark falls into orgasmic bliss with me.
The squeezes of my vagina as it fights through a brutal orgasm set him off, and the heat of his cum when he releases inside me prolongs the length of my climax.