Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
“Put your leg up on the ledge right there,” he growled, jerking his head in the direction he wanted me to go.
I picked my left leg up and propped it up onto the side of the tub, gasping lightly when he sank even deeper inside of me.
Then he pinched my nipple, reminding me that I was putty in his hands.
My body clenched down onto his fingers, and I heard another growl leave his throat.
I loved the growling.
It was seriously doing things for me.
“You like that?” he asked, pulling his fingers out and pushing them back inside.
“Yes,” I answered. “I do.”
There was no denying the way he made me feel.
Thunder boomed outside, and I jumped in surprise.
“Holy shit,” I breathed. “That was loud.”
“Yeah,” he agreed. “Gonna have to be quiet. My parents are going to be awake.”
I licked my lips and turned my head, looking up at him.
“I’m not sure that I can do that,” I admitted honestly.
He pulled his fingers free of me and I whimpered.
“Turn around,” he said, giving my breast one more squeeze before dropping his other hand.
I did, facing forward.
The movement caught his cock and drug it deliciously against my lower abdomen.
I looked down and got my first good look at the magnificent appendage.
“Jesus,” I hissed.
He didn’t give me time to contemplate how the thing fit inside of me, because between one breath and the next, I was plastered against the very cold tile wall with his hands underneath my ass. Seconds after that, he was pinning me there with his upper body as he took hold of his cock with his free hand.
Moments after that, he was lining his cock up at my entrance and forging inside.
This time, it was a whole lot easier of a glide.
Between my added wetness from his ministrations from moments before and his earlier release inside of me, I was very slick, and very welcoming.
Something in which he noticed as he sank inside.
His hands clenched my ass, digging in so deep and hard that I’d likely have some finger imprints when we were done.
The added roughness of his hold made things inside of me tingle.
That, or maybe I was experiencing the beginning of another orgasm.
I really wasn’t sure what to expect.
The few times that I’d had sex, orgasms had never happened. At least not with penetration alone.
It was a surreal feeling, him fucking me and me actually responding.
If there was one thing that Justice knew well, it was how to work his cock inside of me.
“You’re not paying attention,” he murmured, his mouth coming to my throat and dragging along the sensitive cords of my neck.
“I’m trying to decide if it’s okay to come again,” I admitted. “Then my mind got to thinking that it was a miracle that I could come from penetration. All the other times…”
His mouth covered my own, halting the vomit of words that threatened to come out of my mouth.
I lifted my hands to either side of his neck and started to buck my hips in time with his slow thrusts.
At first, it was just a slow, easy ride.
But eventually I had to break our kisses due to the roughness that had started to overtake us.
“Oh, God,” I breathed.
The feeling of him so deep inside of me was unreal.
Everything—the feel of his skin rubbing against mine, his hands still clenching and unclenching on my ass, hell, even the way his beard felt rasping against my throat and his choppy breathing right beside my ear—all of it heightened me to the point of no return.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
It was at this point that I knew he could feel the rippling of my vagina. The way that it announced my impending orgasm.
“Now, please,” I begged.
I knew what I was begging for, and so, apparently, did Justice.
He ramped up his thrusts.
My back dug into the now-warm tile wall, and my skin rubbing along the tile was making a weird screeching sound each time he thrust.
There was a constant, low keening sound that was leaving my mouth as well.
It was at this point that I realized there was no being quiet when it came to Justice Rector.
I didn’t think it could be done.
“I can’t be quiet,” I breathed in between low moans. “Fuuuuuck.”
That’s when I exploded.
Lights burst behind my closed eyelids. My body bowed. Justice cursed.
And the wail that left my lips, luckily, was drowned out by a burst of thunder so loud that it shook the entire house.
The lights blinked off in the next second, because when I opened my eyes, unable to keep them closed due to the intensity that I was feeling, it was to utter darkness.
The darkness didn’t stop Justice’s thrusts.
Nor did it stop him from hoisting me up one final time and bringing me down so hard and fast that it sparked off tiny little bursts of pleasure even after my orgasm had subsided.