Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
With my palms flat on the door, I return his kiss with as much eagerness as he is displaying. I stroke my tongue along the roof of his mouth and nip at his lips while grinding myself against the impressive bulge in the crotch of his pants.
My clit throbs for attention, as thunderous as my heart. I want his mouth on me again, down there, but I’m too scared to ask.
Before our exchange on his desk, I’d never been pleased orally before.
Actually, I’d never been pleased. Period.
I was assaulted and discarded. That was as far as my sexual experiences went.
You wouldn’t know that, though, from the deep moan that emits from Ark’s mouth when the shimmers of an orgasm wrack through my body from grinding my clit against his crotch.
“Fuck, Mara…” Ark growls over my lips, doubling the searing ache coursing through me. “I want you so bad it hurts.” He kisses my mouth, nose, and neck before he pinches my chin with his thumb and forefinger to align our eyes. “But I will stop this now if that’s what you want. I will walk away without—”
I roll my hips upward, ending his worry.
Then I re-lock our lips.
In minutes, our exchange moves from the foyer to the living room. The pillows Tillie picked from a thrift store flatten against my back when Ark lays me on the couch before he plants a knee between my legs.
I continue grinding, the image of him splayed between my legs too much not to respond. I squirm so much that my skirt becomes a belt, and my damp underwear take care of the final divot between Ark’s prominent brows.
Hunger beams from him, and it makes his words husky. “If you need me to stop—”
“Don’t stop. Please. Never stop.”
A low rumble rolls up my chest when he smiles. It is both wicked and devilish.
“I need to fasten your hands.” I nod before all his question leaves his mouth. “Are you okay with that?”
I’m breathing so hard that my breasts thrust forward with every desperate gasp.
My face is too hot, flushed with lust, and the situation worsens when Ark unbuttons his business shirt. His body is divine, a powerhouse vessel of sex and seduction.
I pant into a smattering of his chest hairs when he leans over me to tie my hands above my head with the sleeves of his business shirt.
He binds my hands together firm enough to double the throbs of my clit but loose enough that panic is the last thought to enter my head.
“If it’s too much—”
“I’ll tell you.” Our eyes collide, and sparks ignite when I say, “You can trust me, Ark.”
I had hoped he would have realized that by now.
After a brief nod, his gaze slides down my body. His breath hitches when he stops at the apex of my pussy. “You’re already wet for me.”
My shoulder blades meet when the back of his fingers flutter down the lines of my pussy. Pleasure sizzles in my veins as the desire to thrust my head back and moan overwhelms me when he asks, “I want to taste you here again. Can I?”
The fact he seeks consent already drives me wild with need, so I won’t mention how burning the urge becomes when he spots my nod.
The heaviness of my breasts is unmissable when the pad of his thumb slides over my clit. I almost vault off the couch, the intensity of the zap his touch instigates pushing me insanely close to the finish line.
“You’re so sensitive.” He massages my clit with slow, timed circles, his eyes unmoving from my face. “Could you get off like this? With only my hands on you?”
I nod, unashamed. I’m so desperate for him that my hips churn restlessly as my eyes coach him to lose control.
He makes true on my wordless beg with a soft yet still menacing grin. He massages my clit with his thumb until a rhythmic, terrifying pull draws energy from my body and makes me shake.
My core clenches as tiny shivers roll through me. My orgasm isn’t as intense as envisioned by the firmness of my shakes, nor emotionally cathartic, but it still feels fantastic.
I writhe against Ark’s hand as tears prick my eyes, regions of my body as sensitive as my heart.
As he slows the strokes bombarding my clit, he says, “That was to ease you into the plethora of pleasure I’m about to bombard you with.” The velvety rasp of his voice coerces me to flutter my eyes open. “Now the real fun can begin.”
My wrists strain against their bindings when he slips my panties to the side, and he nuzzles the cleft of my pussy with his mouth. Air leaves my lungs in a hurry when his impatience to taste me again sees his tongue circling the nervy bud aching for his attention two seconds later.