Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I nibble her lip, then break the kiss to trail to her earlobes. As my teeth close over one, I delve my hand between our bodies and slide my fingers through her slick core to reach her entrance. She shivers and digs her nails into my shoulders, sending a bolt of pain through my system. It pushes me harder, increasing the pressure of my touch to bring her up to the brink with me. I want her soaking wet before I slide into her pussy and claim her all over again.
“Tell me what to do. How to give you what you need this time?” she pleads softly, her voice barely a whisper. Does she still fear my response?
I take a deep breath and bring her face to my chest, so her lips collide with the muscle. “Bite me, Angel. Do it hard and trust me, you’ll be in for a ride.”
She rolls her eyes up to meet mine as I stare down at her straight white teeth clamping around my skin. A second later, a shot of pain hits, and I lose my plans. The need to be inside her was too great to resist any longer.
I tug her hips toward me, lining up our bodies as best as I can with the table height, and then ease myself into her heat. She skims the points of her teeth over my pec, and my knees nearly buckle from the sensation. “Easy, Angel. I don’t want to go too soon. Let me make it good for you first.”
“I’m already so close, please, fuck me. Please.”
It’s her extra little begging please that pushes me from aware to undone. I tilt her hips enough to get the angle I want and pound into her. In the frenzy, she can barely keep upright enough to bite me, but each one is like a jackhammer to a cracked glacier, sending fissures of pleasure and pain through my body.
I squeeze her ass tighter now, trying to get more of me in contact with more of her, and it feels so good I can barely think through it. She lets out a breathy moan and digs her teeth into my chest again. I can’t think or breathe or stop. Nothing will interrupt this now.
I pound into her harder, faster until her legs wrap around my thighs to keep her from bounding back against the table with each thrust. Her cunt squeezes me so tightly I can’t focus on anything else. Until she shouts, “I’m going to come. Please, don’t stop.”
Each thrust is faster, harder until the table itself is sliding underneath her. So I lift her into my arms, cradling her into my body, and carry her to the wall. With her back against the wall, I squat enough to sink farther into her body and then straighten to press deeper, using the wall for leverage
“Yes!” she screams, her nails digging into my back, her heels digging into my thighs. Each push into her body is a new shockwave of pleasure I ride closer and closer to completion, but not until she finishes first.
“Come for me, Angel,” I growl into her ear. In seconds, she’s thrashing her hands up and down my arms as her tight sheath contracts around my cock. Fucking hell yes. I keep going, keeping pace through her orgasm, and only when she slumps in my grasp, her body going limp, do I let myself finish, pounding into her one more time, pinning her tight between the wall and my own body.
I’m panting, drawing in as much air as possible, the pleasure spinning out until it slowly fades into a dull ache in my legs, my chest, my thighs, and my back. “I’m going to put you down now, Angel. Can you stand?”
She gives me a dreamy-eyed look. “Stand? Oh, yeah, if I have to.”
Gently, I put her on her feet until she gets her legs under her. They wobble like my own, but she keeps herself upright while she clings to my arm. “Can we go back to bed now? Or breakfast. Maybe both…”
I laugh softly. “Both is fine. I’ll order breakfast, and you get in bed. I’ll join you in a moment.”
When I usher her toward our room, mindful of anyone in the hall, I return to the command room and dress quickly, then grab her clothes as well in case she needs them later. Not if I have my way.
Back in the hallway to head toward the kitchen, I almost run down Andrea. She jolts to a stop and then retreats enough to put distance between us.
“Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
She snorts. “The entire penthouse heard why.” But she’s not mocking me. Her eyes are too solemn, and her response is nothing more than going through the motions, which makes me even more worried about her.