Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159420 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
I wonder what I look like in this moment. If he can see how our kiss has affected me, gone and made me fall in love with him even more.
In the next breath, both his hands go under my drenched dress and he grabs my ass. I gasp at his possessive hold and fist his hair. I gasp louder and jerk against him when he fists my rain and cum-soaked panties and rips them in one go. I knew he said he’d do that, but dear Lord, it’s so hot, I can’t catch my breath. This time when he grabs my butt, it’s naked with my tattered panties hanging around my thighs somewhere, and he squeezes my flesh so hard that I undulate against him, moaning, my eyes fluttering closed.
“Eyes on me,” he commands like I knew he would.
He likes to watch; I know that. But it’s hard getting them to open when he’s kneading my ass down below, at once giving me so much pleasure and pain with his rough fingers.
“R-Radisson,” I whimper.
He breathes against my mouth, peeks his tongue out and licks my lips instead of his as he says, “One more.”
“Wh-what?”
Instead of telling me, he shows me like he’s wont to do. He begins bouncing me up and down, making me hump his stomach like before and it feels so good that I’m powerless to stop him. I’m powerless to do anything but pant against his mouth, letting him lick it so he can taste my sweet lips as he makes me stare into his eyes and dance on his torso. He goes so far as to swirl his fingers, for the lack of a better word, in my pussy. He strokes the seam of my core as he moves me up and down, feeling my swollen wetness.
“Come on, Princess,” he rasps. “Gush on my fingers and wash off the rain. Don’t want anythin’ else soakin’ me when I’ve got your sweet cunt to pop for me like a bottle of champagne.”
“Oh, God,” I moan and do it.
I obey his command and gush on his fingers. Like there was any other choice for me. Like I’d ever not obey his every command and give him whatever he wants. And he likes that because, groaning, he kisses me again and calls me his good girl.
So it comes as a surprise, a shock really, when I hear another rip. It isn’t as loud or even as forceful as that of my panties getting torn. This tear is quieter and smoother, and it’s the sleeves of my dress being ripped. By him while he’s kissing me sweetly. He’s taking my mouth slowly, wetly, hotly. With his tongue licking and fucking and going in and out of me. And the contrast is what gets to me this time, sweet kisses and violent actions, more than him ripping my dress off like a caveman. Once he’s gotten rid of the sleeves, the rest of my dress is easy. It’s only held up because it’s soaked and sticking to my body so still kissing me, he pushes it down, right alongside my strapless bra, and suddenly, I’m naked.
My bare skin is rubbing against his soaked shirt and the sensation makes me shiver. Before I can contend with that, he starts walking again. He takes me farther into the barn that I don’t get to see because I’m busy kissing him and then, he’s bending over and from the looks of it, lowering me onto the bed. The feel of his cool sheets on my naked back also makes me shiver, but his bed is so soft that I sigh happily. Still kissing me, he pushes down my dress the rest of the way until I’m completely and absolutely naked. He settles between my thighs as his mouth moves over my jaw and the side of my neck, kissing, licking, sucking, probably leaving marks like he told me he would. His hands are moving, too, going up and down my sides, squeezing my waist, stroking the sides of my breasts, making me lose my mind. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and hug his sides with my thighs, his soaked jeans scraping against my skin.
Which is when I realize something.
My eyes open and I push at his shoulder. “Radisson? I think…”
The rest of my sentence disappears into a loud moan because I feel his teeth over my pulse and his thumb over my nipple, flicking it. God, that felt so good. And it’s so easy to lose sight of what I was going to say, but somehow, I manage to hold on to my wits and push at him again.
He doesn’t even pause. He’s now at my collarbone, his hands grabbing my waist, but of course spanning my entire belly because his hands are so large and sexy.