Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I place the pad of a finger on her clit. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she echoes, her breathing shallow.
“I want to make you burn.”
“Then touch me.”
The laughter and playfulness are gone. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. Touch her. I shouldn’t, but I’m not strong enough to resist. My conscience says she needs to rest, but my lust says she’s awake, anyway. Fuck my good intentions. I need her. I need her pleasure. I need her intense pleasure. It’s too soon to take her like at Mount Grace. Fucking her ass like that, I kind of lost it after not having had her for so long, and I don’t want to lose it again. I don’t want to hurt her, at least not in a non-erotic way.
I squeeze her wrists. “Keep your hands up.”
Fear mixes with excitement in her eyes. She wants this, because this is what I taught her. This is how I made her. It’s all she knows.
Reaching over her for the wall cabinet, I take out the orgasm oil I saved for an occasion like this. I unscrew the cap and deposit the bottle on the counter. She watches me with wide eyes, licking her lips nervously.
All of my attention hones in on her pussy. Carefully, using the fore and middle finger of one hand, I part her lips, exposing the treasure buried between them. Her clit is engorged. Wetness glistens around her slit. She’s turned on. Hell, so I am. My cock is about to combust, and I’m only looking at her. Holding her open, I turn the bottle upside-down and wait for a drop to form at the dripper nozzle.
I catch her gaze, silently commanding her eyes to hold mine. “This is going to feel warm, but it’s perfectly safe.”
She communicates her trust with a small nod.
“Good girl.”
I drip the stimulant oil on her clit and massage it into the nub. Her flesh swells and turns a shade darker. Heat penetrates the calloused skin of my fingertip. I can only imagine how hot her delicate clit must be burning. The sight of that delectable flesh turning to a torturous blaze under my ministrations is enough to make me ejaculate without touching my dick, but I tear my gaze away to read the expression in her eyes. Her head is resting against the mirror, her face turned to the side. Two more seconds, and the hotness will turn into a quick-lasting, intense inferno. Right on cue, her eyes fly open. Red blotches color her cheeks.
She utters a low moan. “It burns.”
“I know, baby.”
I stop the massaging, giving her time to absorb the sensation. As the intensity climbs, her clit swells. Her feet slip from the counter. She tries to relieve the sensation by closing her legs, but I need to watch. Pushing open her thighs, I trap her body with the weight of mine and press my oil-coated finger on her asshole.
“Want to burn here, too?” I ask, kissing her shoulder.
“No.” She squirms under me. “Please.”
“Then keep your legs open.”
She rotates her hips, trying to press her burning parts on the cold marble, but I catch her legs to keep her still. She gnaws on her bottom lip and tries to be quiet as she rides the wave that burns through her genitals, but her whimpers are becoming louder.
“Please, Gabriel. I need to come.”
The stimulant makes her clit pulse with need, and the bite of heat will only make it hotter when she comes. Her pussy is wet with her arousal, the lips dark pink and swollen, inviting me to sink my cock into the soft, warm depth beyond. On the brink of exploding, my cock spills pre-cum. I part her folds with one hand and flick her over-stimulated clit with my nail. Every time my nail connects with her skin she dilates a little more and screams a little louder. I count every flick, measuring the pressure carefully. Too hard or soft and she won’t find release like this. She comes on the eleventh count with a wail that lifts the roof. Her pussy contracts around nothing but air, but it won’t be empty for long. I press the head of my cock on her clit, rubbing in circles to prolong the orgasm. She clamps her legs around my hips. The heat that drove her to this high penetrates the tip of my penis and burns down my shaft in a slow, agonizing mixture of painful pleasure. The urge to spear into her is fierce, but I count to five, take a few deep breaths, and enter her carefully.
Her pussy is tight, hot, and wet with a distant echo of a burn. I stop when I’m buried to the hilt. This is what I always want, to take her so deep she doesn’t know where she begins and I end. There’s an endless need to my rhythm as I start pumping. She drops her arms to grip the basin for support as I shove into her, making her back collide with the mirror. I need her to come again, with me this time. Having made it my business to understand her body, I know how to make that happen. Gripping both nipples between my fingers, I use the hard tips as leverage to bounce her curves. The clench of her pussy on my cock is the reaction I’m after. I thrust harder and pick up my pace. Her body tenses, and her legs hug me tighter.