Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“That’s it, my precious girl. You need to come. Don’t you.” It wasn’t a question.
“What is this?” My plea was almost wild. I’d never known something like this possible. There was something wild inside me, clawing to get out. It was that painful.
“Don’t fight it. Just let it happen.” Ringo sounded strained and beads of sweat dotted his forehead, but I couldn’t focus on anything but the need blooming out of control inside me.
With a growl, Ringo shifted his body and thrust his hips against me. I was naked from the waist down. Ringo was shirtless, but still had on his jeans. The new position was exactly what I needed. With a scream -- with several screams actually -- wave after wave of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain crashed over me. My muscles spasmed. My vision tunneled…
And all I could see was Ringo.
Chapter Nine
Ringo
That was it. I was gonna come in my fucking pants. Never had I witnessed anything like what Calista was experiencing now. She was completely lost in pleasure, a look of utter euphoria on her face. And she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever fuckin’ seen.
I kissed her softly, trying to bring her down carefully before driving her back up again. If I had my way, once she’d rested, Calista would be like this for days. I wanted to explore every single fantasy she had and help her make some more. I wanted to be the man to show her the joys of sex, and I wanted her to always associate sex and pleasure with me. No one else. Not even as a passing memory she hadn’t thought about in years. I wanted her to know her needs and desires were important and valid and never wrong or dirty.
“That’s it, baby girl. That’s it. You came so beautifully for me, didn’t you?”
“Ringo.” Her voice was a whisper of wonder. Her eyes wide. Sweat coated her skin in a shimmery sheen in the morning light filtering through the window.
I smiled down at her. “You back with me?”
She smiled a slow, lazy smile. A woman well-satisfied. “I never left you. It was all you.”
“No, honey. It was all you. Much as I’d love to take the credit for it, you’re the most naturally sensual creature I’ve ever seen.”
“I’ve never felt anything like that. I thought things like that were only in books.”
“Oh, it’s real. And I’m gonna help you explore every single one of them.”
“Yes.” She nodded her head eagerly. “More!”
I laughed, hugging her close. “Soon, baby girl. You need some sleep and so do I. We’ve both been up all night, but I’m bettin’ you didn’t exactly sleep in yesterday. Did you?”
“No.” She shivered and shook her head. “My stepfather liked to keep a schedule. So, no matter what, everyone had to be up at six in the morning, every morning.”
I’ve never wanted to kill anyone more in my life. And, God knew, I’d killed more than my share. As enforcer of the club, that was one of my jobs. If someone needed killing. This guy, Borris Illivitch, not only needed to die, he needed to fucking die.
“Well, good thing you don’t have to do what he says now, ain’t it?”
She smiled up at me. “No. I don’t, do I?”
“Nope. In fact, I’m gonna have to insist that you do exactly whatever the fuck you wanna do from now on.”
The second I said it, I knew it was the exact wrong thing to say if I wanted her to get some rest. Calista got a wicked gleam in her eye, and I knew I was fucked.
“Oh, really.” She pushed me over to my back, throwing her leg over my hips to straddle me. She braced her hands on my chest while she shimmied her hips over my jeans-covered dick. “Well, I want to do this.”
“I’m so fucked,” I muttered, gritting my teeth even as I gripped her hips, helping her move. She paused in her movements. I could tell she really wanted to ride me, to take control of her own pleasure but was unsure how to go about doing it. She wasn’t a teenager, but, if Illivitch had wanted to preserve her virginity to get a good price for her, then it was entirely possible he’d made it so she couldn’t pleasure herself. Maybe she’d just never felt the need before. Whatever the reason, I knew in my heart, everything I’d done with Calista to this point had been her first. She might not be innocent in mind, but her body was dealing with things she’d never felt before and it was overwhelming her. Overwhelming could be a good thing, if she surrendered to it and just let me have her. If she fought it, those feelings might scare her. Until she got used to them. I intended to help her get used to them. I intended to help her a lot.