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)
His hooded eyes half close as he inhales every inch of me.
Perspiration dusts my skin as my sanity leaves the building. I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.
Blake Grayson doesn’t go down on a woman for her pleasure; it’s for his.
Primal mating, taken to feed his needs.
I pant hard as I lie back, and he gets up and goes to his suit.
“No condom,” I say.
His eyes meet mine in question.
“I’m trusting you with my heart, so you’re trusting me not to get pregnant.”
We stare at each other for a beat, and I know that now is his time to freak out.
So be it . . . this is on him.
He can’t tell me that I was always meant to be his and have no consequence.
You talk the talk, now walk the walk.
“It’s okay, Blake,” I murmur. “You know you can trust me.”
His brow furrows, and then after a beat, he seems to come to an internal decision and crawls over me and spreads my legs with his knees.
This is it.
His lips take mine with reverence, and he kisses me softly as his cock nudges at my entrance. Having him so close like this is new and exciting. It feels so natural that I wonder how we haven’t done this a million times before.
I can feel the cool tips of the piercing through the lips of my sex, and I hold my breath at the foreign sensation.
Ohhhhhh . . .
He pushes forward, and I feel the stretch as my body tries to resist him.
“It’s okay,” he whispers. “Let me in.” He pushes forward again, and a burn stings my senses.
“Ahh.” I wince.
“It’s okay,” he breathes again. “Relax, baby.” He pushes forward with force, and I feel the tip of the piercing as it slides all the way home.
Deep inside of me.
“Oh,” I moan. He’s big. The girth of his cock is wide and leaves no room for doubt. My body ripples around him as she tries to deal with his size.
I frown as I look up at the ceiling over his shoulder. Is he really this big, or am I just really inexperienced right now?
He surges forward again, and the burn stings hard. He’s here, and he’s taking over my body, whether I like it or not.
I don’t like it; I love it.
“Ahhh,” I whimper.
“That’s it.” He smiles into my neck. “Let me hear you.” He pumps me hard and knocks the air out of my lungs. “I want to hear you fucking moan.”
My eyes roll back in my head, and just like he requested, my body lets out a deep, guttural moan. Once again, I feel him smile into my neck, and I find myself smiling too.
The man’s a deviant.
He surges in deep, and I feel his piercing as it slides all the way in and drags all the way out. It’s the weirdest sensation. It adds a whole new layer to the experience, or maybe it’s just because it’s Blake, and he’s . . . well, from what I can see, he’s the master of fucking.
The Fuck Master 100.
“I should make a model of your cock, complete with the piercing, and call it the Fuck Master 100 vibrator,” I whisper up at him.
He breaks into a breathtaking smile as he pumps me. “This cock’s just for you.”
“I’m serious. We would make bank with this dick.”
“If you can still talk, I’m not doing it right,” he whispers darkly as he brings my legs up to around his chest. “How’s this.” He pumps me hard, and the bed creaks as it nearly breaks. He knocks every single piece of air out of my lungs, the sanity from my brain. “Try talking now.”
I stare up at him in awe. My mouth hangs open in shock at the all-consuming sensation.
He’s big and deep. His strong hands hold my legs back with force . . . and fucking hell, is this what sex is supposed to be like?
I feel insignificant to his power. This isn’t an even game. I’m like a weak little petal being used for his pleasure. He’s moving me how he wants me, taking me deep and uninhibited.
It’s so hot that I can’t stand it.
We get into a rhythm; my feet are up around his ears, and all I can feel is that damn piercing tickling my G-spot. Showing me exactly what it’s there for. It’s so . . .
Good lord, dick piercings should be mandatory for all men.
I’m addicted.
“I . . .” My eyes flutter closed. “I can’t . . . ohhhh,” I moan.
“Hold it,” he demands. “We haven’t even fucking started.”
His thick cock hits the right spot again and again, and I can’t . . . “Ahhh.” My toes curl, and I cry out as an orgasm tears through me. He fucks me through it with abandon.
Hard and thick.