Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
God, he was even dominant in that.
It turned into a battle until I nipped his lip in aroused frustration and he released me, only to grip my face between his fingers and thumb. He studied me, breathing harshly against my lips.
“Are you going to play nice?”
Feeling wetness against my stomach where his cock pushed into me, I smirked. “I think you like me a little rebellious.”
He grunted and released me. “Lie on the bed and spread your legs.”
Skin flushed hot, I didn’t even bother to countermand him. I was beyond ready.
I lowered my ass to the bed and slowly pushed backward until I was in the middle of it. My breath caught as Ramsay stroked himself in languid, loose-fisted pulls, watching me as I lay back on his bed, my arms bent, hands at either side of my head. Then I opened my thighs.
“Wider.”
As another flood of wet surged, I stared at the ceiling in disbelief. Never in my life had I been this turned on.
“Look at me.”
I lowered my gaze to his.
“Keep your eyes on me as I eat your pussy.”
A little hiss of need escaped.
“No touching or I stop.”
I nodded in agreement, though my brow wrinkled in confusion.
Did he not like to be touched?
“You’ll touch me when I want you to touch me,” he said as if he’d read my mind. “Just not right now.”
I nodded again, too breathless to speak.
Then he was on the bed, his big hands pushing my thighs even wider. He reached beyond me for a pillow, and I huffed with impatience as he propped my hips on it to give him better access.
Then his lips were soft, gentle even, on my inner thigh, his beard tickling the sensitive skin there.
“Oh.”
It was unexpected and seductive.
And lulled me into a false sense of what was about to happen.
Suddenly, he gripped my thighs, pushing my legs up and open wider as he dragged his tongue through my wetness.
A cry of surprise slipped between my lips as I held his gaze.
His eyes had turned to smoke. “You are fucking soaked. This is what you need, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to come for me, Silver? Are you going to explode around my tongue as I fuck you with it?”
I nodded, frantically. “Please.”
His answer was to push his tongue inside me.
“Oh my God!” I threw my head back at the sensation.
Then suddenly his tongue was gone. “I said look at me.”
My eyes flew back to his.
He scowled. “You keep your eyes on me as I eat you out or I stop.”
Remembering his earlier command, I nodded again.
He covered me with his mouth, his tongue searching until it found my incredibly swollen clit. He drew it between his teeth and tongue and sucked. Sensation ripped through me, and it took everything in me to hold his gaze as I cried out with the building tension.
I saw his satisfaction blaze in his eyes as he sucked harder.
“Ramsay!” My fingers clenched into the duvet beneath me.
He released my clit to push his tongue in me, his grip on my thighs bruising as he toyed with me. This wasn’t how it had been with my boyfriends who had gone down on me because I’d been kind enough to give them a blow job. This wasn’t a half-assed “returning the favor” moment.
Ramsay got off on this.
Got off on me squirming with building desire.
Got off on how wet and aroused I was for him.
His eyes flashed with triumph as his mouth and tongue moved over me.
The orgasm exploded.
Shocked by the intensity of it, I screamed.
Because I knew what that meant now.
Exploded.
Until that moment, I hadn’t.
But right then, it felt like every part of my body was splitting apart from the center, the pleasure zinging through every nerve as I unwittingly broke eye contact, my lower body shuddering against Ramsay’s face, my stomach muscles flexing uncontrollably.
When the aftershocks finally settled (and not fully—my inner muscles still fluttered like they knew they still needed to be satisfied by his cock), I melted into the bed.
I gasped as the pillow was ripped out from under my hips and Ramsay moved over me, reaching past me to his bedside drawer.
He pulled out a string of condoms and ripped one off, throwing the rest on the pillow above my head. My thighs spread without command as he moved between them, ripping the condom packet open.
With ease of practice, Ramsay smoothed the protection over his cock and then slid his hands under my ass to shift me up the bed. “Grab the headboard.”
I reached above me and wrapped my hands around the slatted frame, tugging my body up a little until I was more comfortable. “Did you build this headboard specifically with this in mind?” I teased.
Ramsay smoothed his roughened palms up my torso to cup my breasts. I arched into his touch as he brushed his thumbs over my nipples in teasing strokes. “I’ve never fucked anyone in this bed.”