Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Stop it.
I anchor myself to the floor as my eyes hold his.
Seeing Blake like this is new and exciting, and if I’m being completely honest, a little terrifying. I always knew he would be something; I mean, the way women fall to their knees and worship the ground he walks on has been a hint.
But this . . .
Seeing him naked and in the flesh is a new level of enlightenment.
He’s dominant and confident and not at all what I envisioned . . . although thinking back, I don’t even know what I actually envisioned.
Because nothing could have prepared me for this visual sensation.
“Come.” He takes my hand and pulls me in under the water with him as his lips take mine. He puts his hand down and strokes himself again. My eyes close at the feel of his lips against mine, of being so close to him that I can feel his arousal as it seeps through his skin, as if it’s a tangible force.
We kiss, slow and tender.
A mile away from the vigor, his hand is stroking his cock as it hangs heavily between us.
Oh god . . .
I begin to lose control of myself, a need deep inside of me wanting to take over.
Primal instinct to mate.
My body wants what he has . . . and she wants it hard.
I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock and give him a slow, long stroke, and his eyes flutter closed. “Yes,” he moans into my mouth.
Urged on by his reaction, I stroke him again, harder this time, and our kiss intensifies.
It deepens, along with the connection.
His hands begin to roam over my wet nightdress that is now totally see-through.
He kneads my breasts with aggression, and it nearly drives me to my breaking point.
I whimper into his mouth.
His lips drop to my neck as his hand slides up my thigh and down the front of my panties. Teeth graze my skin as he slides his fingers through my dripping-wet lips.
“Fuck . . . ,” he moans. “So wet, baby.”
My strokes get harder, almost violent, as a means to try and put out this fire.
He slides one finger deep into my sex, and I flutter.
Don’t come.
We keep kissing, and he adds another and another. Pumping me hard, working my flesh as he fucks me with his hand.
Oh . . .
I tip my head back, teetering on the edge.
“There’s one thing you need to know about me,” he whispers darkly.
“What’s that?”
He jerks his hand aggressively. “I never come first.” He lifts one of my legs and wraps it around his waist and begins to fuck me with his hand, so deep and so fucking well. Massaging my G-spot like nobody ever has.
Oh god . . . Is that where it is?
I see stars.
All the beautiful, blinding stars in the galaxy.
I can’t even kiss him; my mouth is hanging open as he overtakes my body with his. It’s never been like this before, so animalistic and raw and real.
The echo of the water sloshing sounds throughout my bathroom, and he almost growls as he bites my neck.
We fall back and hit the wall, both of our hands claiming each other.
Demanding the orgasms we want.
He puts his mouth to my ear and slows his fingers. I feel his breath up against my skin as he slowly and softly rubs his thumb over my clitoris.
The change in tempo has me about to explode, and I whimper.
I feel him smile up against my cheek, knowing that in this moment, I’m his puppet.
He rubs again, soft and barely there, before plunging hard and deep inside my sex.
“Oh fuck,” I moan.
He repeats the delicious combination. Barely there over my clit and then hitting me hard deep inside. My legs begin to open by themselves, and I am lost.
This man is the master.
His thumb flutters over my clitoris, and then he adds another finger and fucks me deep. “Now,” he growls. “You come now.”
My body hears his command, and I shudder hard as an orgasm rips through me.
My sight nearly blacks out, and I tip my head back and moan out loud.
He puts his hand over mine on his cock and begins to fuck my hand hard.
Violent.
“Like that,” he growls.
I feel him swell as his grip gets tighter. His girth is huge, and I can feel the thick vein that courses down the full length of him. The head so engorged and dripping with want.
Ahhhhhh.
It’s all I can do to hold on, to stay up on my feet. My body is here, but I am floating way up above, watching us from the heavens as I have an out-of-body experience.
“Say when,” he whispers darkly in my ear.
What . . . when . . .
Who has this kind of control?
I jerk him harder; his face contorts, and goddamn, I thought I liked Blake Grayson before.