Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 72146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72146 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
He licks down my body until he has buried his face in the curls at the peak of my legs, then shoulders my thighs a bit farther apart and applies his tongue to my folds. My God the goosebumps he leaves in his wake are everything. The chill only adds to the heated sensation.
I have to cover my mouth with both hands to keep the noises from escaping. I did not know a man could do such things with his teeth and tongue, and I had no idea the sensation would be such ecstasy on my clit. An orgasm moves through me like a wave, and he keeps his tongue between my legs to taste it. I am not ready for the second one, but it seems the man is, because he is prepared to hold my legs apart and make me shake all the pleasure out before he stops.
He throws one of my legs over his shoulder and starts in on me with his fingers. He fucks me with one at first, not harshly, but not as gently as the first time. I’m no longer sore, and every touch of his is intense and needed. It’s a memory and yet new all the same.
He hooks his finger inside me and strokes at some hidden spot until I come again. My back bows at the sudden sensation and my thighs tremble. I’m weak beneath him.
Then he seems to become enraptured with his fingers inside me, because he adds another, fucks me with them, then pulls them out. He switches to one finger, then goes to three. He fucks me fast, letting out harsh breaths as I get wetter and the noise of my pleasure gets louder.
My heart hammers, and I muffle my pleasure in the pillow beside me. I do not know if I can speak when he pulls his fingers out of me at last. I try to form the word please, but I do not know if I succeed.
My lover blows out a longer breath, the heat of it landing on the inside of my thigh. Then he hooks his hands behind my knees and pushes them up to my chest. I feel far more exposed in this position. There is no way to hide my face in the pillow, and I have already taken so much pleasure that I know I am not in control of my expression or indeed the rest of my body. I grab for the sheets as he arranges himself between my legs and drags his cock through my folds again.
He likes this. I do not need to see his face to know it. I can tell from how he lingers, coating himself in my arousal before he notches himself to my entrance.
My legs shake in preparation of him taking me like this.
Roughly. Please. Take me as if I am your whore.
My lips part. I wonder if he is watching my face, or if he does not care. The front of my body flushes from the knowledge that once again he can see everything, but he is hidden from me.
That thought also turns me on.
He makes a soft hissing sound as if he wants to speak but is stopping himself. I cannot find the words to order him to say something, because he drags his fingers through my folds, and then there is a pop as he must put them in his mouth to lick off the mess I’ve made.
Oh fuck. I find myself in a heady mix of want and need. Intoxicated by every elicit sensation he gives me.
He adjusts his crown again, rocking his hips slowly as if to test whether I can take it. With my knees at my chest, I can do very little to encourage him, so I whine again, desperate.
Then he pushes in.
It is much faster and harder than before. He’s more savage. More in need. He fucks me into the mattress, the breath going out of me each time he thrusts. I come again, clenching on him, from the sensation of being filled like this and from the sensation of being used. I strain not to cry out in pleasure. He is not cruel, but the way he fucks me feels as if it has little to do with me and more to do with his own pleasure.
The bed creaks softly over and over as he ruthlessly fucks me. Taking and taking which pushes me to the edge all the more.
It’s forbidden to find pleasure in being taken like that. I know what the ladies at court would say if they knew I was letting a man fuck me like this. If they knew I was enjoying it.
It doesn’t matter to me now. They will never know, save the fact that I am not a virgin. And I would guess that they will never know pleasure like this. I do not have to command it, or order it, or see that it is done. All I need to do is let myself melt into the mattress and take his cock over and over again however he wishes.