Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Fuck.
Fingers.
I’d needed fingers.
Moaning, I could barely keep my hands in place as he thrust two fingers deep inside me, the burn spreading through me and threatening to shatter me into a thousand pieces. Micha let out a pleased sound, chuckling almost as he stretched his fingers as he eased them almost all the way out of me. “Yes, that’s what my slut needed. If he can’t apologize with his lips, he’ll do it with his ass.”
Amazing.
Best Dom ever.
Best partner ever.
Best
“Fuck.” Evil. Evil man. “That’s. It’ll.”
Damn it. Where were my words?
Micha laughed, nailing my prostate again as he thrust back into me with fingers that felt eight inches long somehow. “Oh, is my slut desperate for more?”
Shit.
Fingers came out and just as fast a slicked cock went in.
With our height difference, I ended up on my toes feeling like he was lifting me off the ground with his impossibly long cock. “Please…I’ll…”
Come.
Explode.
Pop.
Fuck.
He wrapped one arm around my chest, pinning me against him as he started right in with rough thrusts that had my eyes rolling back in my head. “You’ll come. I know. You always come, slut. That’s one of my favorite things about you.”
Between his cock, his arms, and the wall, I was trapped and had to use every last remaining brain cell to just stay upright. It kept me right on the edge between frustrated and subspace, and every time he slammed his dick into me, I bounced between the two.
“Use your other lips. Tighten around me.” His rough order had my ass obeying before my mind caught up with it, getting a moan from him. “Good boy, slut. That’s perfect. You feel so good around my dick.”
God.
Was he stabbing my bladder?
Where was my fucking bladder?
How was his dick that long?
He was going to make me come.
“I’ll…I’ll come…I have to…you have to…” Do something…he had to do something. “Damn it, Micha.”
He fucking laughed.
“Oh, naughty boy. You didn’t stay in character.” His idea of punishing me was to pin me tighter against him and for his other hand to start dancing over my ribs. “Naughty boy.”
Eek.
Fucking hell.
Damn it.
He was.
It was.
“Your laugh is so sexy, baby.” The bad biker tone was gone and it was my sexy butthead that was whispering sweetly in my ear as he made me scream out in laughter. It felt like he was sending sparks through every nerve in my body and I could barely breathe. “I could listen to it all night. Holding you tight. Making you scream out for me. Making you beg for me to stop. For more. To come.”
He was such a dick.
And I was going to tell him that as soon as he stopped overloading every cell in my body.
“That’s…you have to…Micha…” He had to stop because I was going to pop.
He didn’t stop.
“I can’t.” Somehow I was still hard and he was making my whole body feel like it was misfiring. “I have to.”
“Be a good boy.” He gave me a second to catch my breath but then he flexed inside of me and I realized he was still fucking me. Whatever breath I’d found in those few seconds vanished as he thrust in hard and started tickling again. “That’s all you have to do.”
Because he was holding me so tight I didn’t even have to stay upright on my own.
Hell, I wasn’t sure I had to do anything but just exist and laugh and fly as he overwhelmed every inch of my body. And when it finally hit me that I didn’t have any control at all, I lost complete control. Hot and cold sensations flashed through me as I went boneless against him and it was like the biggest headrush I’d ever experienced.
The world went spinning and the only thing that kept me grounded to the earth was his hand suddenly on my dick.
He thrust.
He jerked.
He sent me flying.
Fireworks exploded. I heard myself cry out again. Everything came in and out in pieces. I heard him moan as he came. I heard myself groan when he eased out of me. I felt him pick me up. He made a happy sound when I kissed his cheek.
When reality started tuning back in, I found myself on his lap and remembered a bench on one wall that’d been covered in some kind of plastic-looking fabric.
“That was lube. Not soap.” My random thoughts didn’t stay just in my head because Micha laughed and kissed my head. “Sorry. That was the first thing that popped in my mind.”
Still snickering, he hugged me tight and seemed to be able to completely ignore how dirty we both were. “That’s right. It was in the instructions.”
I’d read just far enough in those to realize I was not going to do anything the owners thought of as too much and then I’d stopped reading. “You have a good memory.”