Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
I can barely breathe, and the words don’t pulse with passion. They’re flat, rote, like something I’ve been trained to say all my life.
I want to go home. Home. I don’t know where home is anymore. It’s a word that basically holds no real meaning for me. It’s a phantom, haunting me, forcing me to question if it was ever real in the first place.
But something feels real. The hard ridge of his erection gently brushes my backside. The impulse to beg him to use it on me is almost impossible to deny. I’ve never wanted a man’s touch so much.
Then he’s gone, and I nearly cry out at the absence of his warmth. He circles around me and seems satisfied he’s seen what he needs to. Beck’s gray eyes are kind as he stares down. His sensual lips are close, so close I can feel the heat coming off his body. His face is barely an inch from mine.
He kisses my forehead gently.
“Sorry. I’m your home now.” He leans over, and his mouth covers mine.
All thoughts flee. I can do nothing but concentrate on his lips and the feel of his hands. When his tongue brushes my lips, I soften under his dominance, letting him inside my mouth. His hands tighten and wind around my waist. I feel delicate against him, a sensation I so rarely have. I’ve always felt ungainly and awkward during sex. I never know how to please the man I’m with. I’ve been too shy to ask for what I want. The result has been a short series of disappointing encounters. My own husband left me, telling me I don’t know how to truly please a man.
But I can feel Beck’s desire. It practically rolls off him, the sensation almost a hum on my skin. Like we’re connected in some odd fashion. He’s not playing a game. He takes what he wants, and it does something for me. I’ve read about Dominance and submission and the fine art of BDSM, but putting the theory to the test is something different. The chains suddenly feel sensual rather than menacing. They hold me still for his pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful.” Beck sighs in my ear when he breaks the kiss, moving to press his lips to my neck. His hands trace a path from my waist to the cheeks of my ass. He presses his body against mine, warming me all over. “I have to know for sure, though. Please understand, I have to know…”
His fingers find my clitoris and he rubs sweet, firm circles. I can’t get enough breath into my body.
This is insane. My pussy is wet and pulsing for him. It’s getting out of hand, and I start to feel things I didn’t think I ever would. Oh, I want this. I want this so badly. “Don’t stop.”
“Oh, I won’t stop.” Beck groans between clenched teeth. “Come for me, a stóirín.”
I have no idea what he said, but I can feel the intent behind the endearment. His hands are perfect on my body. Never before has anyone played me like a finely tuned instrument, but Beck is my musician.
He gently forces two fingers high inside me, keeping the pressure on my clit with his thumb. An amazing sensation sweeps through me as he fucks me with his fingers. In and out. In and out. It is better than any previous cock I’ve had. Something’s happening. Some odd and yet familiar connection seems to open between us, but before I can process it, I fall over the precipice and can’t think any more. I come, sobbing against his shoulder. The orgasm strums neatly through my body, making me languid and submissive.
At the instant of my orgasm, I could have sworn I could feel myself as though I were Beck. I’d felt his fingers pressed high into my heat as though for the slightest moment I could feel what he was feeling—warmth, sweet wetness, and a rigid hardness begging to be set loose. It had been odd. It was almost as if I’d been inside Beck. I shared what his body experienced as he brought me to orgasm. A connection had opened between us. It was an intimacy like nothing I’ve felt before.
I float down from the crazy high he’s given me, suddenly aware that Beck has pulled his fingers from my pussy and wrapped both arms around me. Tenderness. I need this, too. He hugs me to his hard body. This has to be the best wet dream ever. I let my head rest against his shoulder. I’ve never come so fast and so hard.
It’s a sweet dream, and I want to hold on to it. Any minute the alarm will go off, and I’ll have to face another day at the Software 4 U store. Being Beck’s love slave is much more interesting.