Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I pulsed and pulsed, unsure if I’d ever be the same again.
My jaw ached from hanging open over silent screams.
At least, I thought they were silent.
His hand slid over my mouth, and his lips moved to my ear.
“Shh, princess. Shh.”
I sucked in a deep inhale and clamped my legs around his hand, feeling too much and edging toward a new desperation for the pleasure to end. He stared deep in my gaze and read everything I needed, just as he promised. Slowly, his fingers stopped, his circles widened, until he pulled away. His hand hovered within view, spreading his fingers to show off the amount of cum streaking down his hand and between each digit.
It was obscene, but I didn’t care. My body struggled to recover the ability to breathe. It didn’t have time for shame.
It didn’t have time for shame.
A bubble of light built in my chest until it almost overflowed from my parted lips.
The other night, I had been determined more than ever to come, but once I reached the threshold, memories rushed in, reminding me of the doubt and shame that came with it. Even after the orgasm in the car, whispers of it lingered and followed me home.
However, now, spread wide on his desk, patches of red along my thighs, my nipples darker than I’d ever seen them, my mouth dry from the gasping orgasm, and probably a puddle under my ass…
I had no room for shame.
I orgasmed without shame.
Fire burned up the back of my throat, and I met his dark eyes. While earlier, I had been searching for a way to limit the connection, now I stared at him, aching for an extra thread that brought us closer. I dropped my eyes to his lips—the ones I’d fantasized about even when I hated him.
Fuck it.
I pressed up and latched onto his mouth, caving to my need and tasting him. My tongue slicked across that bottom lip I’d fantasized about and dug my teeth into its pillowy softness. So much better than I imagined.
Especially when, after a moment of hesitation, he groaned and parted his lips, sliding his tongue to meet mine. The tang of strawberries from lunch met my tastebuds, but quickly changed to a flavor that was just him.
More. More, more, more.
As if I hadn’t just come, my body ached for more.
I needed to be closer.
Supporting myself with one hand, I slid the other down his side until I found his belt. Determined, I deftly tugged it from the loops, finding a way to remove the latch to get to him.
He shoved my hand aside and took over. The clink of the metal rattled along my nerves, pushing me closer to the edge. Every sound—the whir of his zipper, the soft rustle of clothes being shoved down—dragged me deeper into the abyss.
I sank into the depths of want until the brush of his cock at my entrance jolted me to a halt. Whispers of reality tried to reach me, but I was too far gone to hear them. I dug my fingers through the soft strands of his hair and clenched them to a fist, unsure if I wanted to hold him to me or pull him away.
But then his teeth latched onto my lip as his length slid inside, and I was falling again.
He pushed until his hips met mine.
With my lip still held in his bite, I gasped around the pinch of pain from having him so deep. But then he retreated, soothing my stinging lip with his tongue. He pulled until only the head of his cock rested inside me. I tried to rock my hips to pull him back, but his hand gripped my hip with bruising strength and held me still.
His forehead pressed to mine, and I stole a glance to find his eyes closed and his mouth parted. The vision of him, the feel of him at the edge of my entrance, the puffs of breaths against my damp lips, it all swirled together, growing between us until I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t do anything but want. I couldn’t do anything but need.
A breath of a whimper escaped my swollen lips and broke the tension pressing in on us. Like a needle to a water balloon, it burst and flowed all around us instead of between us. He snapped his hips forward again and latched onto my mouth to swallow the shocked cry.
As quick as he thrust in, he pulled back and did it all over again. Again and again.
He didn’t stop, fucking me hard and fast, building me back up to the precipice I never thought to reach again while having sex. But I didn’t have time to think about it. There was no space in my mind for anything but feeling.
Feeling his mouth consume me.