Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“The way you look at me does wonders for my ego, angel.”
My attention snapped to him, and I knew he could see how badly I was affected by him. I knew my face was flushed, and he had a clear view of my pussy, slick and damn near pulsing with desire. A gasp flew from my mouth as he dragged me towards him and tore my skirt off, and then my G-string, leaving me in only my white top as he took hold of my legs and lifted them up and over his shoulders as he repositioned himself.
He eased forward, teasing me with the head of his cock, slowly easing in the tip just to withdraw.
“Lucian.”
“Tell me that you want this.” He eased forward again. I moaned and whimpered as his cock went deeper, the first barbell evoking a delicious stinging sensation.
I wanted more.
“Luce, p-please,” I stuttered as he teasingly entered me again, just to withdraw.
“You’ll have to do better than that, angel.”
“Please, please fuck me.”
“That’s better.” He thrust the full length of his cock inside me, sliding in, and then going even deeper, each metal barbell and the sheer size of him filling and stretching me. I cried out, digging my nails into his forearms. He gave my body no time to adjust.
He rode me hard, his thrusts almost punishing and raw. Calculated. He was in complete control as I lost my mind beneath him. The fullness and pleasurable burn as he forced my pussy to accommodate his size sent my body into a cycle of dizzying pleasure. I tried in vain to silence the moans falling from my mouth, screaming as he fucked me harder. I fisted the sheets on either side of me to ground myself in some way.
“You feel…fucking ethereal,” he groaned.
“Oh, my god,” I moaned as a tension I’d never felt before began building inside me.
“No,” he ground out, dropping my legs so they were positioned over each of his forearms. “Who’s fucking you right now, angel? Whose dick are you coming on?”
“Yours,” I gasped, arching my back as he to fuck me. “Lucian.”
“Good girl. Now, scream for me.” He withdrew completely and slowly slid back in, forcing me to feel every solid inch of him.
His barbells rubbed against the inside of my pussy, adding a hint of pain with the pleasure. And as if he’d studied my body day and night, he took the initiative to make it even better. He surged forward, wrenching a scream of pleasure from my chest, pushing himself so deep his balls pressed against my ass, hitting a spot inside me that caused my legs to shake despite feeling like his dick was about to split me in half.
“Fuck, Winter,” he groaned, wrapping both of his hands around my throat.
My pussy began to contract around him, and his grip tightened. “Come for me, baby,” he soughed, suppressing my airway and continuing to fuck me with a disturbing level of precision. I was so close I felt like I was on the verge of combusting, shattering into a thousand pieces. My breathing became ragged as the sensation danced up my spine. My eyes screwed shut, a hoarse cry filling the room as ecstasy spiraled through every part of me.
He cursed again and leaned down, catching my lower lip between his teeth. I whimpered as he bit down, feeling a sharp sting followed by the metallic taste of blood. He sucked and teased with his tongue. The grip on my throat made it hard to swallow—making it harder to breathe.
“Open your fucking eyes, Winter.”
The darkness in his tone had me obeying without thought. The moment I blinked up at him, black dots began to dance across my vision. I gripped his wrists, digging my nails into his skin, but he wouldn’t let go. His pace remained punishing. I could feel another orgasm building at a rapid rate, and my lungs began to burn.
“Aw, fuck.” His movements became impossibly harder. As his cock swelled inside me, my climax hit, and he finally allowed me to breathe again. I sucked in a breath, the mix of relief and pleasure so overwhelming the entire room turned black.
When I blinked, he was no longer inside me. I couldn’t remember how we’d got to our current position. My entire body felt heavy.
Cocooned in the warmth and solidity of his embrace, exhaustion crept over me.
As I teetered on the edge of sleep, lulled by the steady rhythm of his heart beneath my ear, his voice broke the silence.
“Now that I have you, I won't ever let go.”
Gentle rays of sunlight beckoned me awake. The first thing I became aware of was the dull throb in my head. It was a relentless pounding, like a drumbeat echoing through my temples. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d been hungover or it ever feeling like this. I groaned, bringing a hand to my forehead as the weight of the previous night's indulgence made itself painfully clear.