Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72895 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Oh fuck. Thomas,” I growled, gripped his hair tighter, and fucked his face like he was my bitch, not because I could, but because I knew he loved it as much as I did.
Maybe more.
“Oh fuck!” The orgasm was forceful, jerking my body violently as wave after wave of pleasure flooded my pussy and his mouth, his face.
Thomas gripped my ass, kneading as he kept me right where I was, licking and sucking my whole pussy, my clit, and my swollen pussy lips until one orgasm passed and another started. He continued sucking until I cried out.
“Thomas, please.”
He smacked a kiss to my clit and let his tongue invade my pussy one final time before he pulled back with a smile. “Please?”
My legs trembled, but I was too hungry, too fucking horny to stop now.
“Fuck me, Thomas. Right now.” I almost said please, but that wasn’t my style.
“Gladly,” he growled and flipped me on my back. “Tonight, I’m fucking you like this, Sadie. Face to face.”
My eyes widened in shock at his words. I preferred it when he fucked me on all fours, which he damn well knew.
“Thomas,” I protested.
“Non-negotiable,” he growled and thrust his cock deep. “Fuck, I love this pussy. She’s always so tight and so fucking wet for me.”
If I wasn’t a grown-ass woman, I might be embarrassed by just how wet I was, by the sounds of my wetness as he thrust deep, his balls smacking against my wet skin with every stroke.
“I should sit on your face more often. Your cock is so fucking hard.”
“That’s all you,” he grunted when my pussy clamped around him. “Oh, yeah. Fuck.”
I rolled my eyes and in response, he leaned forward and kissed me, long and hard, while he fucked me slow and deep. The kiss made me breathless. And wary. I didn’t like how I felt, even though I couldn’t put a name to it. I just knew that it was un-fucking-comfortable and I didn’t appreciate that.
“Harder,” I growled when I—reluctantly—tore my mouth from his.
“Look at me,” he demanded and when I did, what I saw shocked me. His tone was serious, his gaze demanding. “Yeah, that’s better.”
“Better?”
He nodded and smiled. He smiled while he fucked me. “I want you to see me, to hear me.”
“Oh, I hear you,” I told him sarcastically. “The bears hear you too.”
“Good,” he grunted and pushed down on my thighs, sinking deeper inside me. “You are so fucking strong, Sadie. It’s one of my favorite things about you.”
My eyes closed, and his hips stopped and didn’t start again until I looked at him.
“That’s right.” He flashed a satisfied smile and pumped into me, hard and fast strokes that sent goosebumps flying up and down my skin. “You’re not just strong and tough. You’re smart as fuck, Sadie. You are a fucking badass.”
“I need a fuck, Thomas, not a pep talk.”
“Too. Fucking. Bad.” Each word came with a rough, deep thrust. “You need both.” One hand slid up my stomach and stopped to tweak a nipple.
“You need to reclaim the woman you once were, the smart-ass bitch who knew what she wanted in the world.”
He rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, hard enough that I cried out, and my cunt pulsed around him.
“The woman who had ideas of what she would do with all the power she’s amassed. That’s who the fuck you are, Sadie Rose.”
I shook my head and slammed my eyes shut against his words. I didn’t want to hear them.
“A fuck, Thomas, that’s all I want. What I need.”
He cut off my words with a hand to my throat, holding me just tight enough that I couldn’t move, couldn’t contradict him.
Thomas stared down at me; his gaze so intense my insides fluttered. I was so wet, so fucking turned on by him that it confused me. I didn’t go in for that rah-rah bullshit, not when I was a young girl and certainly not now.
His hips slowed, and he fucked me in deep strokes that would have reached my soul if I still had one. It was hands down, the most erotic fuck of my life. He pulled another orgasm from me and went deeper, triggering another.
I came and came and then came again. He’d wrung every fucking ounce of pleasure he could from my body. So much so that I’d passed out mid-orgasm.
I don’t know what time it was when I came to, but the sky was black except for all the stars glittering in the sky, and the low moon lit up the bedroom like a fucking movie set. I crept from Thomas’ embrace, from the bed and the bedroom. Downstairs, the view of the stars was perfect from the picture window.
When was the last time I looked up and saw anything of beauty? Anything worth appreciating?