Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
hard, my muscles still twitching as he brushes his wet fingers over my lips;
my own scent inundates me, and I almost lose consciousness—seriously,
my brain can’t even process how much I want Arsen to fuck me right now.
To feel this much desire should be illegal.
“Please…” I mutter, my voice sounding as if I’m so weak I shouldn’t
even be speaking. “Please, Arsen.”
“I love how you beg,” he says, his hands running through my hair. “But
what are you begging for? Tell me."
“I want… I want you to fuck me, Arsen. Please, fuck me,” I beg again,
my trembling fingers starting to unbuckle his belt. Somehow, I manage to
do it, and then I automatically unzip his pants. His massive cock strains
against his underwear, pushing at my fingers, and I turn my wrist around so
that I can grab it. I’m so high in ecstasy right now that his cock seems even
bigger, almost as if I can’t even grab it with just one hand; I tug his boxer briefs down and, taking my other hand to his shaft, grab it as harshly as I can. “Please” I repeat, stroking him with both hands as I breath hard against
his chest. My body feels so weak I can barely lift my head.
“Since you’re asking so nicely,” he says, picking me up from the floor
with a sudden movement. I place my arms around his neck as he walks
across the living room; he puts me down in the couch, and I summon
whatever strength I still have inside of me and go on all fours, jutting my
ass back at him as I sway it from side to side.
I let out a loud moan as he smacks my buttocks with the back of his
hand, the pain travelling upward to my brain and turning into pleasure
somewhere along the way. He does it again and again, the sound of his hand
against my flesh a maddening sensual song.
When he stops, my back is arched and I’m thrusting my hips back at
him. He brushes two fingers over my folds and then, pressing his glans
against my inner lips, he thrusts with one quick and masterful movement.
With one arm around my waist he places his two fingers over my clit as he
starts to thrust, his cock pounding into me in the most sweet and savage
way. Somehow, these two things aren’t contradictory; Arsen knows how to
fuck and make love at the same time. The best of both worlds. It really
makes me wonder… Why did I waste so much time with losers like Peter?
A 5-inch cock? Please! And, besides, Arsen is much more of a man than my
loser ex will be ever be… And, unlike how it was with Peter, I really love
Arsen.
Wait—what did I just say? I love Arsen? I could lie and tell you that I
just thought this because my brain is all scrambled from the way he’s
fucking me… But I won’t do that. It’s time to admit it: I’m falling in love
with Arsen Hawke. The problem is that as I finally realize this, I realize
something else as well—King Henry is as much in my mind as Arsen is. In
a way, I’m falling for him too. Now you truly must think I’ve lost my mind,
I know.
There’s no time to think this through, though—his arm around my
waist, Arsen pulls me into him as he rolls to the side, my body following his
as he lies back on the couch. I’m sitting on top of his cock, my back turned
to him, so I do the only thing I can: I start to rock my body back and forth,
my body still burning with pleasure.
His hands are on my ass as I sway my hips, and I close my eyes and bite
down on my lip, imagining the way he must be looking at my ass cheeks bouncing. I throw my head back, my hair falling down my shoulders, and I cup my own breasts, squeezing them eagerly as I moan. I ride him as hard as I can, my muscles aching from the effort; I can already feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead, so I take that as a sign that I’m on the right
path.
“You look lovely from here,” he says, and I can’t help but smile. I was
right; he was really staring at my ass as we fuck. I never actually cared if
the men I've been with looked at me while we fucked, but with Arsen I
relish that. What could be better than having the man of your dreams
looking lustfully at your body while his cock is buried deep inside of you? My skin boiling, I feel sweat on every single pore, beads sliding down
my spine as I jump up and down on his cock. I ride myself into oblivion,
and I only stop when I feel my pussy tightening around his cock; my whole
body tenses up and, gritting my teeth, I scream as loud as I can, my voice