Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
“Come on, love,” I say. “I’m gonna strip off everything but this necklace and fuck the living hell out of you.”
“I’m gonna come,” I choke out. “Oh my god, Henn.”
“Not yet, baby.”
I’ve never made love before, in the sense that I’ve never had sex with a man I actually love. And it’s divine. Especially when we’re surrounded by another batch of “I love you!” balloons scattered across the ceiling of my bedroom. Not to mention, when a gold-and-diamond “YOU ARE LOVED” necklace is clasped to my neck.
As it’s turned out, I’m not the one doing the fucking here, despite my sexy little come on earlier. Nope, Henn is definitely fucking me with authority while spooning me from behind and deftly massaging my clit. To top it all off, he keeps whispering sweet nothings into my ear—the best of which is that he loves me. Through it all, a slow and steady pool of molten lava has been gathering force inside me, hurtling toward what’s sure to be the most intensely explosive eruption of my life.
I let out a slow, deep moan and tilt my head back for a kiss. As Henn obliges me, he stops massaging my clit in order to pinch my nipples.
“No, don’t stop,” I murmur. “I’m close.”
“That’s why I stopped. You’re gonna have a huge one. The biggest one, ever. This will get you there. Trust me.” He pulls out of me and pinches my ass cheek. “Get up. I want you on all fours.”
I’m baffled but utterly spellbound by his confidence. I scramble into position, at which point Henn drags me toward the bottom edge of the mattress and roughly spreads my thighs apart. With the tip of his cock pressed against my ass, he says, “Press this vibrator against your clit on low.”
I’m surprised he’s got the device handy. I didn’t see him grab it from my nightstand. But I take it greedily and do as I’m told. It’s the same toy I’ve been using during our regular FaceTime-sex romps, all of which I’ve thoroughly enjoyed. It didn’t occur to me we’d ever have a “threesome” with Henn’s stand-in, once we were finally together in person. But now that he’s incorporating the toy, I’m all for it.
I turn the vibrator on and get it into position, and Henn runs his palms hungrily over my torso. He licks and bites my neck. Presses his dick between my ass cheeks and tells me I’m the hottest woman alive. That I turn him on like crazy, like nobody ever has. He tells me I’m perfect in every way, which is simply not true, but fun to hear. Soon, I’m spiraling higher and higher, even more so than when he was fucking me from behind a moment ago.
“That’s it,” Henn says, his voice strained. “You’re so fucking hot, baby. Such a good girl.” He pauses. “Good girl?”
“Yes. Praise me. Good.”
Henn shudders behind me. “Such a sexy, smoking-hot good girl.”
“Yes! Don’t stop. I’m gonna come!”
“Not yet. Not till I tell you. Not till I fuck you.”
“Then fuck me, for fuck’s sake!”
With a loud groan, Henn flips me over, throws the vibrator onto the mattress and my legs into the air, and plunges himself desperately inside me. He thrusts roughly, like a beast, making my eyelids flutter and zings and zaps of electricity shoot through me. They’re warning shots, letting me know the volcano inside me is about to erupt.
“I love you, Hannah Milliken,” Henn grits out as his body invades mine, again and again. “I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you,” I manage to choke out.
All of a sudden, I feel a momentary feeling of weightlessness. A tide receding sharply inside me. And then, as my eyes roll back into my head . . . there’s nothing but bliss. A sensation of electrifying pleasure coursing through me and warping my insides, while rapture zaps every nerve ending. My brain short-circuits with fireworks. I’m Frankenstein’s monster and the “on” switch has just been flipped.
I roar as the orgasm throttles me and then gasp for air as it subsides. When the rippling is finally over, I lie motionless on the bed, twitching.
Did I black out for a second there? Because it’s now obvious Henn has finished, too, but I don’t remember that happening.
“That was barely tolerable,” he chokes out through ragged breathing.
“Just barely,” I squeak out.
He kisses my forehead, slides off me, and pads into my bathroom, chuckling with delight as he goes. When he returns to the bed, he’s not only got a towel in his hand for me but also a huge, satisfied grin on his face. In fact, my handsome dork of a boyfriend is grinning from ear to ear. I flip over and clean myself off while he slides back into bed with me.
“I had no idea sex could be this good,” he says. “I’ve heard of supernatural sex before, the kind that makes you see God, but I thought people were exaggerating.”