Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
A fist tightens around my heart. “You have to,” I gasp out.
“Let this miracle of a pussy go?” All that glazed bliss vanishes from his eyes. “Not a fucking chance.”
“Then I won’t come anymore.”
“No?”
He grinds against me, renewing the sparks of heat in my sensitized flesh. I grit my teeth against a moan and shove at his chest.
“You gonna fight me?” A hard thrust makes me gasp again, then he snatches my hands and pins my wrists over my head. “Go on and fight, then.”
Oh my god. He meets my every struggle with a thrust and it’s almost like I’m fucking myself onto him, and it feels so good.
“That doctor was real smart to put that little stick in your arm.” His head bends closer, his voice harsh. “He knew that sooner or later a bad man like me would pin you down and fuck your good girl pussy full of his filthy cum.”
Oh god, oh god. I cry out through clenched teeth and struggle harder, feeling his thick cock so deep. He’s not moving at all now, but I can’t stop pushing and writhing.
“You keep fighting me, angel, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.” Hot breaths gust over my lips and he catches my jaw in his big hand, makes me meet his eyes. “But if you don’t like what I’m giving you, just close up those legs.”
And shut him out. Make him stop. If I don’t like what he’s doing…or saying.
I let them fall wider.
“That’s my angel. Christ.” Now he moves again, his swollen length pumping slowly into me. “You’ve kept those thighs open so damn good, keep letting me fill up this tight little cunt. First with my cock and now with my cum. Though maybe you didn’t notice that I got into you raw.”
I noticed. But it wasn’t hard to guess why. I bare my teeth at him in a snarl of a smile. “Because it’s not bait pussy anymore?”
“Because I know I’m clean. Now I know you’re clean.”
“Even when you didn’t, you sure as hell didn’t mind eating it!”
“I sure as hell didn’t.” He gives a hard laugh and his thumb presses between my lips to slide over the edge of my teeth.
My damn mouth. Making him like me.
I suck on the tip of his thumb.
He groans. “So you ain’t gonna come?”
“No,” I gasp, already so close.
“Yeah, you are.” He surges deeper and pushes his hand between us, teasing my clit. “I need your pussy to suck me off, so I can empty out all this need into your hot little fuckhole. Because you made me need you so damn bad.”
Yes. God, so much need. Back arching, I take his cock again, again.
“Your pussy’s tightening up, angel.” Above me his thrusts become more urgent, his breaths harsher and harder. “You still fighting your come? You want me to stop and pull out so you won’t?”
“No!” The denial erupts as I begin to shatter, winding my legs around his back and holding him so deep inside me.
His eyes blaze down into mine and then glaze over as my inner walls begin convulsing around his shaft, a guttural curse ripping from his chest, his head falling back as he grinds into me, harder and harder. Abruptly he stills. His powerful body shakes, the tendons in his neck standing in sharp relief as his cock pulses inside me, so hot and deep.
“Holy fuck. Christing fucking hell.” Skin slick with sweat, Stone collapses over me, his weight partially braced on his forearms, his hips cradled between my thighs still wrapping him up tight. His forehead rests against mine. “The best thing I’ve ever seen is you chasing your come. That was the hottest fuck I’ve ever had.”
“Me, too,” I agree breathlessly. “Though I suppose it’s also the worst.”
He laughs on a gusting breath, then lifts his head to search my face. “You all right?”
Far better than all right. “Yes.”
His gaze falls to my lips. Sweet emotion clutches at my chest when he lowers his head, brushing his mouth against mine.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, then.” Pulling me with him, Stone rolls to the side. That sweetness within me blooms brighter and tightens when he rises from the bed with me cradled in his arms and heads for the bathroom. “And don’t look down, or you’ll think you’re dying.”
Because of a few streaks of blood on the pillow and smears between my thighs? Hardly terrifying to anyone whose period often started while sleeping and then woke up to something out of a murder scene. But I don’t protest, loving his strength as he carries me against his chest, then the tenderness in his touch when he sets me down and turns on the shower, holding his hand under the stream until it warms.
He urges me in ahead before following me, then seems to utterly fill the small shower cubicle. We’re standing so close, face to face, and his gaze holds mine while he quickly soaps the blood from his cock, then reaches down to gently wash between my thighs.