Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Torin!” I cry, as pleasure ripples through my body.
I lift, needing more, craving it. I don’t get what I want, though. His other hand is clamped down on my hip, refusing to let me move.
“You’ll accept what I give you. I’m going to make you come, but I can’t provide your body with what it wants this time. I’m not taking your cherry with my damn fingers. When that happens, it will be with my cock and you’re not ready.”
Not ready? I’ve been ready for three years.
“I am,” I argue as my head goes back, my neck arching as another wave of carnal desire pours through me when he blows his warm breath against my clit.
“Not yet, because when I claim your virginity, you will belong to me in every single way you can imagine, Peaches. I will own you.”
His words simultaneously scare and excite me. Yet, I still feel the need to argue. “You can’t own someone, Torin.”
I look at him as his lips stretch into a smile that sends chills down my spine. “Oh, Peaches. I have so much to teach you,” he croons. I don’t have time to think about his response because he begins working my clit with his fingers so hard that I lose my breath. His tongue presses inside of me, lapping at my walls. I can feel my orgasm building as his entire faces pushes into me, his beard teasing my tender flesh.
“I’m going to come,” I whine, my breath coming out in urgent puffs as sensation after sensation slams through me.
“Hold on. Don’t come until I give you permission.”
“Torin,” I sob. He can’t be serious. How am I supposed to stop it? He’s eating me like a starving man. I’ve never felt anything like this before. My entire body is on fire. I’m grinding down on his face, fighting his harsh hold on my hip as much as I can.
“Don’t come,” he orders again, his words muffled against my soaked pussy.
“Please,” I plead, fighting my orgasm, but knowing I’m going to lose the battle. “Tor, please let me come.”
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls. “Listen to you, begging me like such a good little girl,” he purrs. “Come for me, Peaches,” he demands. His mouth and fingers work my clit, and I lose myself in the magic he creates. I didn’t even realize that his hold on my hip is gone until I feel at least two of his fingers push into my ass without warning. My body jerks and I scream as my climax rips through me. My body fights the onslaught of sensation, but Torin somehow takes control, leading me through it all—letting me ride out my orgasm. It’s so intense that I’m surprised I don’t black out. Part of me thinks I might have because when I finally begin functioning again, Torin is lying beside me, petting my tender folds gently and whispering in my ear. “That’s my baby. You’re so fucking perfect, Peaches. You’re mine now. I’m going to take care of you, pretty girl. You’re my property.”
I love everything he’s saying, and that scares me. I could lose myself in Torin, and if nothing else, the last three years have taught me that would be bad … very bad.
I pull away from him, scooting further over to my side—doing my best to put distance between us and try to keep from falling for his words that sound so pretty, but I know are only empty.
“I’m not your property. You can’t own anyone.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. From this moment on, you’re completely mine. I’ll be the man responsible for giving you pleasure, taking care of you, making sure you’re happy and punishing you when you’re bad.”
“Punish me? You’re insane.”
He doesn’t argue. He just grins like a maniac. Then his hand moves down between my legs and his fingers slide against my pussy. I catch my breath, afraid to move. Despite having just come harder than I ever have in my life, I feel a new gush of sticky wet slide from me. My cheeks heat in response—more than slightly embarrassed. I know Torin realizes it, because his smile broadens and the deep color in his gorgeous dark brown eyes deepens. He moves so he’s on his side and his body is over me, not exactly touching, but so close that I can’t move. Torin’s lips graze against the shell of my ear. “Lick my fingers clean and taste yourself.”
“Tor …”
He pushes his fingers against my lips and without even realizing it, I open my mouth for him. Torin pushes them inside and I move them over his skin, groaning as I taste the evidence of my orgasm.
“You see how sweet you are? I’m going to want you coming in my mouth every day, Skylar. You’re going to feed me that sweet pussy anytime I ask.”