Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“So close.” I moan as my core aches. “Please.”
Two strong hands grip my hips and stop my movements. I jolt awake and see dark angry eyes staring into mine as everything from yesterday comes flooding back. No, not angry, that’s hunger in his eyes. His nose flares, and the veins in his neck strain as he fights for control.
Something about seeing him so close to losing it is erotic. That I have this big badass man under me and he’s in a fight to control himself. I’m likely a third of his size, yet all this does is make me feel powerful and sexy. It only adds fuel to the flames of my need, and I do something that I’ll probably regret later.
* * *
“Dutch.” I breathe his name, and he shifts. The next thing I know I’m on the bottom and his giant body is over mine. My legs have to spread so it’s almost painful in order for him to fit.
“Fuck,” he grits out before his mouth comes crashing down onto mine.
I gasp, and his tongue presses past my lips as he takes what he wants. I’m at his mercy as I dig my fingers into his back and start to kiss him. His cock is still pressed against my sex, and I try to move my hips. It’s no use because the weight of his body has me pinned to the bed. I can’t move unless he lets me, and now I’m the one under his control. Our positions have quickly changed, but I can’t say I’m at all upset about it.
One of his hands cups my breast over the thin material of my nightgown. His thumb brushes back and forth on my nipple, and I whimper as my clit starts to throb. The ache is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life, and I need to get off now.
I break away from the kiss, trying to catch my breath. “Dutch, please.”
“You want it, little bit?” he asks, his face intense, and I nod my head.
When he first called me that, it annoyed me. Now being pinned under his big body, I find I like it a hell of a lot more than I should.
“I need you to say it,” he demands.
“I want it.” The words spill past my lips without a second thought. I would say anything right now if he asked me to.
He lifts off of me just a fraction, and my hips are free to move. “Then take it.”
My heart pounds, but my need overrides everything else, and it makes me bold. I wrap my arms around his neck as I lift my hips and press my sex against his cock. Our eyes stay locked on each other as I rock myself back and forth on his hard length.
Small moans I can’t control escape. “So close,” I whisper, but I can’t get myself there.
“You need me.” It's not a question, but still I answer.
“Yes.”
He shifts again, and I cry out in despair when he takes his cock away. A moment later his fingers are there, and he slips them into my panties.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he growls, his accent thick.
He presses his fingers against my clit and starts to rub in small circles. The pressure is everything I need, and the way he touches me is like he knows my body better than I do. It’s almost like he’s done this to me before.
“That’s it,” he encourages me, and I thrive on the sound of his voice. “I want you to come for me, Iris. Let me have this while you’re with me. Let me make you mine even if it’s only for a moment.”
His words spiral me over the edge, and I cry out his name as the orgasm hits me. My eyes close as I cling to him and ride out every last bit of the pleasure. It feels like it goes on forever before everything inside of me relaxes into a puddle of utter peace. I lie there boneless, not sure if I’ll ever be able to move again.
When his hand slips out of my panties, I find the strength to open my eyes. He’s staring at his fingers that are coated in my release, and I gasp when he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean.
He quickly rolls off the bed and goes straight for the bathroom. He shuts the door behind him, and I hear the small shower turn on. I’m still surprised he can even fit into it.
I lie there wondering how the hell that just happened. Oh yeah. I was humping the man in my freaking sleep. I groan and pull the blankets over my head. I’d begged him to get me off and he did. Then he was out of here as quickly as possible, not wanting anything in return. I’m not sure if that’s sweet or if my pride should be bruised.