Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
When the dip in the bed is gone, I hear him walk around it. He tosses the blanket off of me, and I shut my eyes, but not too tight to make it look forced.
A hand runs over my hips while another forces my shoulder back.
I’m flat on my back, and the hand centers itself between my thighs.
I try not to move, or flinch, or open my eyes.
But it’s difficult.
The hand hovers around my pussy, toying with my clit and then dipping a finger into my hole. The finger slides in deep, but still, I hold it in.
I try and adjust myself, acting as if I’m slightly disturbed in my sleep.
I move my leg to the right and turn over, trying to push the hand away with the insides of my thighs, but it doesn’t budge.
The hand actually clamps down on my thigh, and I squeeze my eyes tighter as I bury the left half of my face into the cool fabric of the pillow. He forces me onto my back again.
My legs are craned wider apart, the bed dips in the gap between them, and then something hot and wet presses down on my clit.
I gasp, and that gasp alone is what pulls me out of my invented slumber.
I can’t hold it in.
Because that something hot is his tongue. It’s perfectly wet and as it rubs circles on my clit, my body jolts violently.
When I look down and see his wicked brown eyes locked on me, I feel like I’m in some sort of dream. Maybe a trance, or perhaps even a nightmare.
But nightmares don’t feel this good.
Nightmares aren’t this damn tempting.
He eats me whole, sucking on my clit as his fingers hatefully fuck me. His tongue applies just enough pressure—not too light or too heavy. My back bows and I moan loudly, clutching the sheets.
“Draco,” I breathe out. “Stop. Please.”
“Fuck no,” he says through full sucks and licks. His tongue slides down and pushes inside me. In and out. Making me wetter than I already am.
When he comes back up, he sticks his fingers inside me again and triggers the sweetest spot of all.
My g-spot.
As he flattens his tongue on my clit and watches me with those fierce brown eyes—I know I won’t be able to withhold or outlast him. He grinds his tongue on my clit with gentle force, his fingers running in and out, swirling, and dipping.
I hear my stickiness wrapped around his fingers, and then I hear him groan.
“Oh—fuck.” My eyes roll to the base of my skull. My head falls back and a sharp gasp fills the entire galería as it finally happens.
I finally come.
My body is like a fucking bomb.
Every single part of me explodes over and over again, detonating in the best and worst way possible.
The worst because it’s him there—doing this to me. I hate him and the tongue that has forced this orgasm right out of me.
The best because…my fucking word. I am shattering, writhing, and crumbling and as I push my pussy closer to his face, demanding that he doesn’t stop, I feel on top of the fucking world.
Like a queen, really. Having this man eat me.
Knowing what he’s done to ruin my life.
In a sense, I feel as if I’m ruling him—forcing him to take what I give, but knowing, for him, that it will never be enough.
In my own fucked-up little head, I own this haunted devil. I am making his tongue, lips, and entire face my bitch, and I don’t stop until I see my nectar coating all of him.
When my body finally collapses, I feel absolutely numb.
My lungs work hard, my panting wild.
I can barely move.
I don’t remember the last time I came this way.
Wait—have I ever come this way?
So hard? So angrily? So rebelliously?
No, I don’t think I have.
Draco pulls up, plants his hands outside my head, and hovers above me.
“That was the rest of your punishment.” He watches my eyes, searching for something. I’m not sure what. Bringing his hand up, he sticks his thumb into my mouth and my eyes thin out as we watch each other.
I have the urge to bite it, but I’m stuck.
On his eyes.
On him.
When he presses his thumb into the print of my bottom teeth to wrench my lips apart, he lowers his face, and consumes me whole.
His lips are soft and greedy, the kiss heightening sensual parts of me that it shouldn’t.
His hard cock rubs across my thigh, and he lets out a throaty groan. My core clenches as he grabs my wrists with his hands, pinning me to the bed.
“Look at you,” he rasps when he breaks the kiss. “So fucking ready for me. I should fuck you while you’re so soft and wet, but I won’t. Because that’s exactly what you want from me. Your pussy is hungry for my cock, but like I said before, only obedient little girls can have it.”