Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
His shoulders press into my thighs, spreading them even further as he reaches out, grasping my tits and teasing my nipples, leaving me begging for more.
“YES, STONE!” I cry out, throwing my head back against the door, not giving a shit about the impending concussion. All that matters is the way his fingers have come out to play.
They sweep through my wetness, teasing my opening before finally sliding one inside. He circles it, testing just how far he can push me, and within seconds, he knows exactly what will get me there.
His tongue works my clit as my thighs shake on either side of his head, and as my eyes roll, I try to mentally prepare for the overwhelming orgasm that I know is coming.
Stone slowly adds another finger, pushing it deep inside me, and when he curls them just right, skimming over my G-spot, my hips jolt against his face. “Shit,” I hiss, sucking a breath through my teeth as I grip onto him, barely able to hold on, but the fucker does it again, making my hips dance for him like a goddamn puppet on a string.
He has complete control of my body. His every will is his for the taking, and there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop him, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Again,” I cry, my body trembling with need.
He coaxes every drop of desire out of me as my fingers ball into tight fists. His mouth is like pure ecstasy against my clit, rolling, sucking, nipping, and teasing, giving me everything I need and more, but I can’t hold on to this. It’s not possible, and when I feel that familiar tightening deep in my core, coming on like a desert storm, I realize I only have seconds until detonation.
“God, Stone. I’m gonna come,” I cry, throwing my head back again, frantically squirming under his firm hold. He pinches my nipple as a sharp wave of electricity pulses through me, heading straight for my core, and when his thick, long fingers thrust deep into me again, splitting inside of me and curving just right, I can’t hold on to it a moment longer.
My world explodes, and I shatter like glass, my walls erratically convulsing around his thick fingers, squeezing him tight. “OH GOD, YES!” I cry, my thighs tightening around his face, not scared to suffocate him, but even if I tried, it’s not going to hold him back. He just keeps working me, his tongue rolling over my clit as though knowing exactly what I need.
My orgasm pulses, shooting through my veins with every pass of his tongue, intensifying by the second. I groan low, climbing and climbing until there’s nowhere left for me to go, and only after he has completely ruined me, do I crash back to earth.
My body gives in, relaxing against his strong hold and crumbling against the door. “Holy shit,” I breathe, unable to catch my breath as he finally releases me from the effects of his skillful tongue, his fingers slowly pulling out of me.
He settles me on my feet before standing to his full height, his eyes blazing with that same raw need, only now that he’s had a taste, the need has intensified.
Stone stands right before me, that haunting stare focused so heavily on mine, when he lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. “I always knew that tight little cunt would be the sweetest thing I ever ate.”
“Oh yeah?” I purr, my mouth watering to repay the favor as I reach out and skim my fingers across his lower waist before gripping onto the front of his pants. My fingers dig into the waistband, and I pull him in close, his rock-hard body pressing up against me. “My turn.”
A deep groan rumbles through his chest, and he lets me explore. I open the front of his pants and reach in, barely able to curl my hand around his thick shaft. His eyes flutter closed for just a moment as I finally release him, and goddamn it, he’s huge, just as I knew he would be.
My fingers don’t stand a chance of closing around his impressive size. He’s girthy, and the veins are making me salivate, but nothing is getting me more worked up than the sheer length of his velvety cock. He must have close to ten inches. How is that even possible? There’s no way he’s going to fit, but I’m not about to back down from the challenge. If anybody is going to take him on, it’s going to be me. Or the sexy barbed demon daddy, peeking through the keyhole in the door, madly jerking off to the scent of my arousal in the air. But the real-life monster smut is going to have to wait. Right now, I need to tame the first beast that came along.