Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 188957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 945(@200wpm)___ 756(@250wpm)___ 630(@300wpm)
It’s still wet and dewy from my bath, all soft and tender.
And despite being all rough with me, his fingers are tender too.
His fingers are careful and I close my eyes, moaning and resting my head against his shoulders.
“Tell me, baby,” he whispers, his fingers going up and down my slit, juicing it up, getting it all wet. “Does it make you happy that I’m at your mercy now?”
He hits my clit and I jerk, my one hand reaching up and going around his neck. “Yes.”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh.”
As much as I don’t want to see him all twisted up like this, all agitated and antsy, and as much as I don’t want to interfere with his job either, I can’t deny that I do like it.
I do like that I’m the center of his attention.
That all his thoughts are of me.
I’ve always wanted that. Always.
I’ve always wanted to be the center of someone’s attention. I’ve chased after it, done things for it.
So yeah, I’m happy.
And the thing is that I never knew how much I wanted that someone to be him until he just said it. Yes, he’s shared his secret with me, that he’s wanted me for months, and that was why he wouldn’t let me graduate early.
But he never said this.
He never said that I’ve consumed every waking second of his life.
And so I never knew that his sole attention would bring me the greatest pleasure, the greatest joy, the greatest happiness.
I never knew that his attention is the only kind worth having.
And I can’t help but preen under it.
I can’t help but wonder if this means he’ll be in my future too.
Because God, I want that.
I want him.
I can’t help but arch my back and undulate against him, whispering, “I’m at your mercy too.”
Because isn’t that the truth also?
That just as I’m his every thought, he’s mine too.
And not only since I found out about him from Mo but for years and years now.
Only in the beginning my thoughts of his were laced in hate. But now they’re laced in…
“You’re happy that I spoil you?” he whispers, banishing my thoughts, his nose running up and down the side of my face.
I twist my hips under the assault of his fingers. “God, yes.”
He licks the shell of my ear, sucking the lobe in. “Yeah, I live to spoil you, don’t I?”
“Yes.”
“I fucking breathe to spoil you.”
“I…”
“I fucking breathe to pamper my baby.”
“Alaric.”
He groans. “And I fucking live for the way you say my name.”
“You do?”
He’s started to move as well, making me feel his big dick at my back like he’s making me take his thumb in my hole. Only the tip of it and never taking it past the edge. As if toying with me, as if tempting me with the whole candy but never letting me get in more than a suck.
“Yeah,” he says, rocking against me, rubbing his cock against my ass. “It’s like you know Alaric will take care of you.”
“He will.”
“You know he’ll give you anything you want. He’ll make it all better. He’ll conquer the world for you, he’ll bring down the stars. He’ll fight wars for you and he’ll keep you safe, won’t he?”
“Yes. I know he will.”
“And every time you say it like that, like Alaric is the answer to all your prayers, I get hard.”
“You never… I didn’t…”
“Every time you say my name, I want to stick my dick in one of your holes.”
My head rolls back and forth on his shoulder. “Oh.”
“And it’s hard work, Poe. It’s real fucking hard work deciding which hole.”
“What does that…”
“Mean?” he completes.
“Yes.”
“What it means, baby,” he begins, as his hand down below that’s still playing with my pussy goes even further down. It goes from my tight little hole to the crack of my ass and I freeze for a few seconds, my eyes wide and open, staring at the ceiling.
But only for a few seconds.
Because the moment he touches my other hole with his wet thumb, my eyes fall shut and I shudder like I’ve been electrocuted. I shudder like there’s a grenade inside of me that has been unpinned and exploded.
“That you have three holes,” he goes on, his thumb now circling my hole in the back. “And when you’re breathless and all doe-eyed, calling out my name, thanking me for making you a fucking cup of chamomile tea like I’ve built you a castle and claimed you as my queen, I can’t decide where to stick my big fucking dick and make you come like my cute little whore. I’m always so torn between your cherry pie mouth and your cherry pie snatch. But then I think about this” -- at this he stops circling the rim of my hole and starts pushing, making me clench my belly, making me dig my nails into his skin -- “I think about your tight little asshole and I think, no, this is what I want. I want her asshole. I want to force my way in and take that cherry too. I want to claim that hole as mine.”