Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
She wanted this. She wanted him.
His hands ran down across her stomach and over her hips. Gone was the methodical cleaning, and here was worship. It was slow and intent and made her ache in all the right places.
His fingers slipped between her legs, finding the apex of her thighs and sliding over the wet folds of her body. He dragged his palm hard against her clit, grinding it there until she was shaking at the pleasure. Then, and only then, did he push two fingers inside of her, spreading her wide.
“Oh,” she gasped softly.
She opened her eyes to find him on one knee before her. His glittering dark eyes met hers as he stroked deep into her core. “I should towel you off and put you to bed.”
“Uh huh,” she whispered.
He speared up into her again. “But I can smell your desire.” His tongue laved at her nipple again. “And this cunt is so wet for me.” He dipped lower, brushing his tongue over her clit. “And your reactions are so needy. Are you needy?” he asked, swirling his tongue on her clit again. “Is this a needy little cunt?”
“Yes,” she told him with no embarrassment. No flush. He was right. She wanted him. She wanted him more than anything in the world. And she’d never sleep anyway without using her hand to get off thinking about him. “I need you inside of me right now.”
“Fuck,” he said as he slipped his fingers out of her.
He stood and grasped one of her legs, lifting it up over his hip as he all but hauled her off of the ground in the slippery shower. The head of his cock was poised at her entrance. “Say it again.”
“I need you,” she gasped as she reached down and slowly lowered onto the head of his cock. “Fuck me, Graves.”
He thrust upward in one swift motion, spearing her open and leaving her gasping. He was massive. A fact that she hadn’t exactly forgotten, but her body had clearly not reminded her until he was inside of her. She felt weak and on fire and like a mewling mess all at once.
“God fucking damn,” he said into her shoulder. “You feel so fucking good.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
He pulled out and then thrust back into her, hard and unrelenting. “Such a good girl,” he praised. “Taking all of my cock.”
“Fuck,” she panted.
“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.” Thrust.
It was brutal and unrelenting and the best fucking feeling of her entire life. She was going to explode any second, and all he had to do was keep up this pace. She’d give him everything that he was taking from her. Meet him as an equal.
“Close, close, close,” she chanted.
The bastard pulled out.
“No!” she gasped. “Graves!”
He laughed softly as he dropped her leg, whipped her around, and bent her at the waist. Her forearms landed on the granite bench with her ass high in the air. His hands spread her cheeks wide, and he slapped one side, then the other.
“This is how I want you. Bent over so I can rail you.”
“Have me however you like. Just let me fucking come.”
His next thrust sent her to the moon and then to Saturn. She was in outer space amongst the stars, reveling in the planetary alignment. Her mind so far gone that her body’s only response was to unleash.
She screamed into the shower as her orgasm ripped through her, torquing like a vice grip. A torrent of wild lust that started in her core and wrenched out of her like a burst of magic. And Graves couldn’t hold on any longer than her in the wake of her explosion. He roared and came hard and fast, pistoning into her a few times before collapsing forward.
They both breathed the same breathless air. No words could begin to explain the hunger that had overflowed into something more. Something bright and inviting and raw settling between them.
She wanted to languish here forever. Live with him hard and urgent inside of her and forget the rest of the world.
He must have felt the same, because it was several minutes before he finally slid free. Her legs turned to jelly, and she went limp, only managing not to fall when Graves caught her around the middle.
“Easy,” he whispered gently.
“Feel…hungover?” She hung her head forward and felt what she could only assume was a sex coma.
Graves chuckled softly. A pleasant, melodic sound that almost sounded happy. Joyous.
“I fucked you senseless,” he preened like it was such an accomplishment.
“Do it again,” she teased.
“Don’t tempt me. You’re about to pass out. I need to take care of you first.”
He lifted her up and set her on the plush rug outside the shower. With a big, fluffy white towel he dried her off, taking care with the curls in her hair before wrapping her up like a burrito. After quickly toweling himself off and slinging it low across his hips, he hoisted her into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom.