Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
“That’s my good girl,” he purrs. “Take it. Show me how you fall apart for me.”
My body trembles, and just as his fingers roll over my G-spot again, my whole world detonates. I come hard, my walls manically spasming around his fingers as I cry out, reaching the highest of highs.
“Just like that,” he says, his fingers plunging deep into me over and over again.
My orgasm continues to build, viciously tearing through me as I struggle to keep still, my hips frantically jolting as I push back against him. My body becomes overly sensitive, my eyelids fluttering as every stroke of his skilled fingers leaves me gasping for air.
Caesar rides it out with me, making sure I feel every ounce of pleasure he allows, and damn it, I did. There’s no denying that this man knows exactly what he’s doing, and that’s only with his fingers. Hell, without even a thought for my needy clit. I can only imagine what kind of tricks he’s got for me in his arsenal, because from here, it can only get insanely better, and to be completely honest, I think for the first time in my life, I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it.
All this time, I have considered myself to be some kind of sexual deviant, yet I could barely handle two fingers. What’s he going to do to me when other factors are at play?
As I come down from my high, my body grows heavy against the loveseat. Caesar pulls his fingers out of me and steps around the loveseat, crouching down in front of me, his stare full of pride. “Mmm, what a good girl you are,” he rumbles. “So fucking beautiful.”
He holds his fingers to my mouth, and I greedily open, sucking them dry.
“See how good you taste?” he questions, reaching for the top button of his shirt and popping it. “Like the sweetest drug. Undeniably addictive.”
After catching my breath, I sit up against the loveseat, my hands still tied at my back. “You’ve got me all alone over here,” I murmur, watching him straighten to his full height as his fingers continue working their way down his shirt, his heated gaze locked on me. “What exactly do you plan on doing with me?”
A wicked grin kicks up the corner of his lips just as the fabric of his shirt falls away, revealing his mouthwatering body beneath. I suck in a breath, my gaze dancing across his wide chest and sculpted abs. I knew he was strong, but seeing him like this, it’s clear he spends a lot of time working on himself.
Caesar reaches for his belt next, undoing the latch before pulling it out in one smooth motion. “You’re going to put that pretty little mouth to work, and just when I think you’ve almost had enough, I’m going to fill that sweet little cunt and fuck you against the wall. Any objections to that?”
I shake my head, my mouth already watering. “Are you ready?” I ask.
Caesar’s hand drops to the front of his pants, popping the final button that stands between me and his delicious cock, and when he steps into me and takes my chin, those pesky butterflies begin to swarm again. “I should be asking you that.”
“Anyone would think you’d know better by now,” I tell him. “I’m always ready. Especially for a man like you.”
He reaches inside his pants, freeing his large cock, and my mouth pops open, my tongue rolling across my bottom lip. His dark stare flames with hunger, and as he grips the base of his cock and slowly begins working himself, I go to reach for him, only to remember my wrists are still bound behind my back.
“Were you planning on freeing me anytime soon?” I ask, my gaze bouncing between his cock and his wicked stare.
“You have no need for your hands. If I were planning on freeing you, my sweet hellcat, you’d already be freed,” he explains. “Understand me, Tilly. When you are here with me, your pleasure comes from me and me alone.”
Well, shit.
I can’t say that I’ve ever done this with no hands, but I’m not about to back down from a challenge, especially when Caesar is looking at me with those fuck-me eyes.
No hands? No problem.
Caesar grips the base of his massive cock, and as I lean in toward him, he runs his tip across my bottom lip. “Now, open wide and fucking worship me.”
Your wish is my command.
I hover on my knees, my pussy screaming for attention, and as I open my mouth, Caesar guides his cock between my lips, pushing right to the back of my throat. My tongue skates across his velvety skin, and I watch the way his eyes flutter with pleasure.
“That’s right, Tilly,” he encourages, wrapping his hand into the back of my hair to control my speed. “Just like that.”