Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Of recognition.
One monster acknowledging another.
He switches up his strokes, grinds against me in exactly the way I need. I bite his bottom lip. He squeezes my ass hard enough to bruise, his fingers finding the scrapes from last night and sparking new pinpricks of pain. The contrast with the agonizing pleasure of his cock sends me hurtling over the edge.
Casimir keeps my orgasm going, wave after wave crashing over me until my muscles give out. Only then does he retreat. I make a sound of protest, but he doesn’t go far. He flips me onto my stomach, and there’s a faint rustle as he grabs a bottle of lube. “It’s time, baby.”
We’ve never done anal before. I’d had a bad experience with a previous partner and wasn’t interested in trying it again with Luke and his giant cock—and doing it right now feels like a promise I’m not sure I can keep. “This doesn’t mean anything.”
“Liar.” He cups my ass, squeezing my cheeks the same way he did before. There’s no plug this time, but my body clenches. “You didn’t answer my question before.”
I’m having a hard time thinking straight. “What question?”
“Have I ever hurt you, Ruby?” He presses a lubed-up finger to my ass and eases it inside. Testing me.
“You’re about to.” I don’t really believe that, though. If I did, I wouldn’t be quivering with pure anticipation for what comes next. Fucking Casimir has been a life-changing experience, even though I’d die before I’d admit that aloud. We’ve trampled over boundaries I thought I had, and there’s been more pleasure than I could have ever dreamed.
“Ruby.” He stops the delicious, careful stroking. “Answer.”
I curse, but he’s not moving, and I want this too badly to use a safe word to end it. “Fine. No. You haven’t hurt me. You bruised my pride. I hate that you lied to me for so long. But you’ve never hurt my body.”
He resumes his careful finger fucking. “I won’t hurt you this time either.”
“Prove it.”
He eases his finger from my ass, and then his cock is there. It feels obscenely large compared to anything he’s inserted to date, and I tense.
“Relax, baby.” He strokes me with his hands, soothing me even as he presses forward. His cock stretches me. Even with the lube and prep, it burns. It’s not bad, though. Just strange.
Casimir curses softly and stops the forward motion. I don’t expect him to lean forward, press his body to mine. He wraps me up in him and slides one hand down to my pussy. “Relax.”
“Can’t,” I pant. It feels like I’m being impaled. But also not. It hurts, and yet there’s a pressure building around that fullness that is pure pleasure. My brain can’t process the conflicting feelings. Then he starts circling my clit, and it all gets so much more confusing. I moan and shake, which only makes it more achingly obvious that his cock is in my ass. But not even close to his whole length. “Casimir.”
“I’ve got you.” He’s not moving anything except his fingers, the intoxicating circles causing pleasure to override my nerves. He kisses my throat, the back of my neck. “It was only ever going to be you, baby.”
“What?”
He keeps up that slow circling even as his hips shift, pressing his cock a little more into me. This time, I don’t tense in response. The penetration is extreme, but the more I relax into it, the better it feels. I tilt my head to give him better access to my throat.
Casimir sets his teeth there. “First time I saw you properly was at the Tower. You were on the dance floor wearing a bikini and dancing as if it was your last night on earth.”
I arch a little, taking him deeper. I know the night he means. “Foam party.”
“Yeah.” His fingers are soaked with me, and he dips to press them inside before bringing them back to my clit. “You were drunk off your ass. There was a guy fingering you right there in front of everyone.”
I had just moved out and was determined to make the most of my freedom. Up until that point, I’d only hooked up with truly safe people, and I was out-of-my-mind jealous of Michelle, who’d been going through bedroom partners the same way she goes through lipstick colors. I wanted to be wild and free, but I needed alcohol to get me there.
He strokes deeper into me, and I’m startled to feel his hips against my ass. He’s seated fully inside me. I tense, but he doesn’t immediately start fucking me. He allows me to adjust to the stretch of him, still fingering my pussy and kissing my neck. Still spilling low words into my ear. “You were so beautiful when you came, baby. I wanted to be the one to cause it.”