Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
What did we look like? I was riding him with my head thrown back, the roots of my hair damp with sweat, and his arm flexing as he pulled the leash, arching me like a bow. I lifted myself up and down, pumping on him, and . . . hell. I felt so sexual, and it was undeniable how much I liked the feeling.
He used his fingers to tease my nipple, while beneath me he matched my frantic thrusts. His dick drove into me at a different angle. It created a new kind of ache and a dark craving my body whispered only he could satisfy. It was all building too fast to stop, not that I wanted to now.
I gasped and panted, desperate for more but not sure how to get it. My worry was unnecessary. He’d said I was an easy read, after all. Luka must have known. His hand on my breast trailed down over my curves, coursed over my belly, and touched me. His thumb rolled circles on my clit.
“Luka,” I moaned. The leather was constricting around my throat. His control was wrapped all around me, but it added to the experience. If I wasn’t in command, I couldn’t be held responsible. I was about to come, but it was only because he demanded it, I told myself. There wasn’t guilt or shame in doing what he said, because I was only trying to survive.
“Yeah?” he said in a hurried voice. “You like that?”
My eyes fell shut. Emotion and sensation overwhelmed me. “I do.”
The tempo increased, and the sharp, repeated slap of our bodies meeting filled the room. He was like a piston between my legs, and coupled with his devious thumb, I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Put your hand on your tit. Pinch that pretty pink nipple.”
His command sent a rush through me. I palmed my breast, and pinched the distended nipple between my thumb and index finger.
“Harder. Until it hurts.” His gaze was locked on my hand. “Do it like I would, if I wasn’t playing with your pussy right now.”
I quivered. He was so filthy and unapologetic. It sent a shockwave of pleasure up me, melting my thoughts. I clamped my fingers hard, obeying his order, and it made my breast feel heavy. The focused, localized pain was enjoyable, but his thumb . . .
I’d never come with something inside me before. A few times I’d fingered myself, but it hadn’t done anything for me, so I stuck to stimulation on the outside. This felt amazing, and I was sure my orgasm was going to be huge. My hand gripped his leg and he yanked hard on the collar. I was going to lose my mind. It felt too good with his hand stirring me.
“I’m gonna come inside your tight pussy and fill you up.”
His dirty words sent me over. I cried out at the crest of my ecstasy, and moaned the whole way down. The orgasm bloomed from deep inside and traveled outward in powerful waves, rendering me immobile. Every muscle in me locked down, trembling at the assault of bliss, and finally surrendering.
Luka moaned, louder than I heard from him before, and shuddered. I’d just finished recovering when he started to come. His groan of satisfaction was loud and punctuated with labored breath.
I gasped at the rhythmic jerks inside me, followed by heat. Even though my orgasm had dissipated, this felt nice. And his expression as he came was captivating. His dark eyes were closed and his lips parted, and a vein by his temple pulsed. He looked . . . peaceful. Were these few short seconds as he came the closest to happy Luka got?
He wrapped the chain around his fist once more, brought it in front of me, and jerked me forward, crashing his lips against mine. My head was a jumble of thoughts, but he kept them isolated and quiet while his mouth was on mine.
I was still trembling as he backed me off of him. His fingers went to the padlock at the top of my spine, and a few seconds later the leather band was pulled free from my throat. I exhaled in relief, and my newly exposed skin was cold in the fresh air. His lips traced where the collar had been.
“Wasn’t that better?” he asked on a low voice as he lingered at the base of my neck.
I turned my head to the side and pressed my ear against his chest. Of course it was better—I’d allowed it this time. Maybe even more, I’d sort of wanted it. I barely said the word. “Yeah.”
“Go take a shower.” His voice was unassuming and his hand brushed along my arm. “I’ll get you some clothes and then we’ll have breakfast.”
It was all so bizarre. What we’d just done, and how comfortable he seemed to be about it. I rolled off of him, and heat creeped up in my face, annoying me. We’d just had sex, and he’d made me come. Why the hell was I still so shy?