Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
My nipples were hard, chest heaving. His mouth was brutal, nipping at my skin as he tugged my jeans off and spread my thighs.
I was wet but tight as he pushed three fingers in at once, yelping like a dirty little girl as his thumb brushed my clit.
“More please,” I whispered. “Please.”
I don’t know exactly what I was asking for more of, but he gave it. He knew my body better than I did.
“Are you ready to be a dirty girl for me, Chloe?”
It set me on fire to hear his voice so filthy. I was nodding like a fool as his dark eyes glinted up at mine.
“I’m ready,” I told him. “Please make me a dirty girl. I’ve never been one. Not yet…”
I managed to shut myself up before my mouth ran away from me. My breaths were sharp as he lifted his wet fingers from between my legs and pushed them between my lips.
“Show me how much of a dirty girl you want to be,” he said, so I showed him.
I sucked his fingers like they were my lifeline, mouth wet and slurpy as he worked them in and out.
It’s weird, just how dirty something can feel while you’re rippling with the intensity that comes with loving someone. I loved him with that filthy glint in his eyes just as much as I loved the doctor on the ward. Just as much as I loved the man holding me tight in bed at night.
It was true – as much as I loved the man so strong and safe, there was another part of me that craved the thrill of him being so rough.
“Get ready to be a dirty girl,” he growled, and I was ready.
I was ready with a squeak when he pushed my legs up against my chest and forced the first of his fingers into my ass.
I was ready with a groan as he eased the other two in to join them.
“Relax,” he told me, and there was his doctor tone, undeniable.
I nodded and breathed, letting him work his fingers in and out – the most intense physical examination I’d ever had.
I’d always said no to this stuff. I’d never let Liam come anywhere near my ass, but with Logan it was a whole other world.
My ass felt intruded, and tender, and I was nervous, sure… but I liked it.
I could do it.
I relaxed, I breathed, I stared at the man sliding his fingers into my asshole.
Then slowly, thrust by thrust, circle by circle, as his knuckles worked me open, I turned into a whole other girl.
My ass fucking loved it.
“Yes!” I gasped, and started bucking back at him.
He didn’t speed up, just kept it steady, kept it deep.
“Yes!” I gasped again, and it was me bucking back harder. Me who wanted more. More. More.
I wasn’t ready for it when he dropped down and lapped at my clit. I wasn’t ready for the explosion that found me in a heartbeat, my fingers twisting into his hair and holding him tight.
“Fuck! Please! Please!”
I was a flailing fish against him, working my ass against his fingers so hard it hurt, but still, I wanted more.
I came for him, a panting, gasping wreck. I barely knew myself as my clit shot sparks right through me and my ass made the waves crash even higher.
The waves were still rippling through me when he pulled out of me and positioned himself up higher. I was barely focused as he spat onto his fingers and worked them over his cock.
It was only the very second before he thrust inside my ass that I really registered it was coming. I tensed enough to grit my teeth as he shunted deep.
My ass screamed. Hot.
My ass screamed. Tight.
My ass screamed, because it fucking hurt.
But still, it wanted more. Still, it needed more.
Still, I was begging for more.
His face was in mine, his breaths hot on my mouth as I begged him to fuck me. Little girl lost.
My tits bounced under him, clit still pulsing, and it was different. Dirtier. Filthier.
Fuck, I wanted more.
I’d never get enough of more, more, more. I’d spend a lifetime taking it, and still I’d want more.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he told me, and his smile was ferocious. “Jesus Christ, Chloe, you’re so fucking tight.”
Seeing him so horny, so lost in me, with his dick up my ass, made it bizarrely one of the greatest compliments I’d ever had.
I bucked underneath him, as best as I could. I squirmed and wriggled and moved against him, seeking him deeper, deeper. Desperate to feel him come in my ass.
He knew what I wanted. His smirk was every bit as ferocious as his smile.
“Quite the filthy little jitterbug with my cock inside you, aren’t you?”
He took hold of my wrists and pinned them high as he came, thrusting hard with every shunt of his hips. I was pinned, a toy in the chair, taking everything he wanted to give me.