Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“Do you want to come, princess?” I asked, working my fingers between us.
Her hips bucked, and she whimpered. I pressed my palm against her pubic bone and burrowed two fingers between her folds, finding the hot, slick nub there. Her body tensed.
“Is that what you want?” I murmured.
I took her stuttering moan as a confirmation and circled my fingertips over her. She panted and rocked and squeezed my cock so hard it hurt. Her knees hugged my thighs and she leaned back, her body tightening up
“That’s it,” I urged her. “Come for me.”
She strove for her orgasm with panting cries despite her gag, which did nothing to dampen her wail when she reached the crucial moment. Her entire body bucked as she rode out her release. She sagged forward, trembling, her head lolling on my shoulder, and I held her there with a hand at the nape of her neck, the other gripping her hip to rock her back and forth on my aching cock.
She mewled and whined, her head tucked against my throat, helpless to do anything but lay against me and get fucked. Her limp body bounced with every upward thrust of my hips, and I wrapped an arm around her back, holding her close, hitting deep, reveling in the wet slap of her intimate flesh against me.
“I wish I could come in you. Fill you up, feel it run out of you while I fucked you until I couldn’t stand anymore,” I whispered, and she moaned.
For now, I was grateful to the condom. The touch of her bare cunt would have been a lot to ask of my stamina. Already, that driving pleasure built dangerously out of control, and she felt too good to resist, inside and out.
Her skin hot and slick with sweat against me, her satiated body drained in my arms, the softness and grip of her pussy, all of it combined and battered me with a storm of sensation, and I was lost to it. I let it wash me away with a deep groan and erupted inside her as she cried out, her cunt milking me in the erratic rhythm of another climax.
I fell back against the cushions, my throat dry, body drained. It hadn’t been the most complicated or vigorous sex ever, but it had certainly been the most satisfying I could remember in a long time.
I kissed her cheek, and the ribbon over her mouth tickled my face. “All right,” I said with a heavy sigh, because moving from where we’d collapsed seemed like the worst thing to do at the moment. But she was tied up and couldn’t stay that way for long. “Let’s get my present unwrapped.”
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(Charlotte)
After Matt cut me free from the ribbons and gently removed the butt plug—in the shower because of my squeamishness—he presented me with a selection of robes and pajamas.
“I didn’t know what you would prefer,” he said, leaning one shoulder against the wall. He’d left his cane in the bedroom before bringing me into the master bath. Now, he tried to disguise the fact that he needed it with his casual lean, one hand holding his towel closed at his hip.
I looked over the options laid out for me on the big, padded bench. The layout of the master bath included this dressing area, complete with vanity, that was larger than any of the rooms in my parents’ house. The tan leather bench was roughly the size of a twin bed, but the veritable smorgasbord of loungewear didn’t leave a place for Matt to sit.
“Why don’t you go get dressed,” I suggested. “And I’ll meet you in the living room?”
“How do you know I don’t want to ravish you in my bed?” he asked with an arched brow.
“Because that would be boring and predictable,” I countered. “And because you promised me dinner.”
Not any dinner. Dinner in pjs, watching TV, exactly what he knew I needed after a long day of traveling and everything that had happened when I arrived.
“Okay. See you out there.” He walked carefully, slowly, one hand braced on the wall as he went, and I looked away because despite how he tried to play it off, I knew he was self-conscious.
I snatched up a spaghetti-strap chemise that came to mid-thigh but was slit to both hips, and a plush robe with fleece lining. They were both ivory, like the rest of the options.
I padded across the smooth, cool tile to the living room, tying the belt of my robe. “I like that you figured me into the color scheme.”
Matthew’s private villa was decorated in neutral browns and warm whites, punctuated by pops of vibrant color from flowering plants tucked into decorative nooks all over the place. He sat on the sofa in a blue T-shirt and plaid lounge pants.
“Although you clash, somewhat,” I pointed out.