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)
God, that feels good.
His five o’clock shadow chafes the sensitive skin between my pussy and my ass when he eats me with an expertise that has my thighs shuddering like I plunged into an ice bath.
I rock against his mouth and whisper his name while his tongue tirelessly focuses on my clit.
He strokes it, licks it, and sucks it into his mouth until I can’t ignore the flutters making me a sticky mess.
I scream his name as I climax, my entire body shaking.
This orgasm is all-encompassing. Blinding. It turns me into a blubbering, shaky mess, yet I can’t get enough. I roll my hips and grind against his mouth until the sizzle of back-to-back climaxes slick my skin with sweat.
Ark’s pursuit doesn’t relent, either. He continues licking, moaning, and eating. He fucks me with his mouth until another orgasm churns through me like a tornado.
My hands pull against the restraints as I thrash violently. Then I still, the prompts of my body no longer mine to command.
The knowledge should scare me.
It doesn’t.
It’s freeing to hand the burden of my body’s protection to someone else and entrust him to take care of its every whim.
“That’s it.” Ark glides a finger through my pussy lips as his thumb rolls over my oversensitive clit. “Let all that tension go.”
He parts me with his fingers and then slowly slips one inside me.
“You have such a pretty pussy, Mara.”
I can’t take my eyes off him as he stretches me with his fingers. He starts with one and quickly moves it to two before he eventually increases the burn by squashing three fingers inside me.
“I need to get you ready for me, but if it’s too much—”
“It feels great.”
A low hum vibrates from his chest as his fingers go deep. I pulsate around them, lost to the sensation tightening my chest with the rope that was once knotted in my stomach.
My fingers curl around the shirt holding them hostage when Ark’s palm places a perfect amount of pressure on my clit. I’m almost too sensitive, too enamored. I am being hammered by emotions but incapable of allowing them to be heard. The wish to climax again is too strong, the drive too urgent.
When Ark’s mouth returns to my pussy, my toes curl as my hips lift from the couch. I collide my pussy with his mouth before moaning through the rumbles of his growl as he loses control.
His tongue drives me insane, poking and protruding, but his fingers take all the control. They slide in and out of me at a frantic pace, dotting my body with as much wetness as the perfect furl of his fingers.
I’m so lost to him that another climax crashes into me without warning.
My nails scour Ark’s shirt as I quiver through a blistering of stars and fireworks. Sweat mists my skin as my lungs hunt for air while I fight to breathe. To think. I can’t do anything but surrender to the madness of a powerful tsunami.
There’s the hysteria I thought I’d only ever imagine.
My orgasm is so vicious that it leaves me as violently as it overwhelmed me. I sink against the sofa and draw in desperate breaths, my body ravaged by a beautifully brutal climax.
When Ark’s fingers slide out of my pussy and he climbs up my quivering body, I smile at the achievement on his face. He deserves more rapacious applause, but I’m too exhausted to do anything but stare.
“You still with me?”
His smile augments the wave in my stomach when I reply, “Just.”
“One more.” He adjusts the tilt of my hips, giving himself room to settle between my thighs before he lowers his hand to his belt. “Then you can rest.”
“One more…?” My arched brow announces my confusion on my behalf.
Heat creeps across my neck when Ark angles his head and stares at me like a hunter would look down the scope of a rifle.
“Oh.”
An intense current surges through me when his cock settles between my legs. We’re still mostly clothed, but since my hands are bound above my head, I missed the strip tease that removed his impressive manhood from his trousers.
I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t disappointed.
My heart thumps when Ark reminds me of his mind-reading capabilities. “Next time.” I assume he means the show he unknowingly puts on anytime he breathes, but I am proven wrong when he locks his eyes with his homemade restraint and says, “Maybe next time I can remove the restraints.”
“Maybe,” I murmur, too focused on the wild need in his eyes to care about anything but our current exchange.
Dark hair curtains his face when he tears open a condom before he rolls it down his thick shaft. I don’t know where he got the condom, but I’m glad he came prepared. I may have strangled myself if we had to stop this now.