Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Brandon.
Alive and whole and touching me with such tender care that my heart throbs in a painful rhythm.
He presses soft kisses to the tops of my feet, my ankles, my shins. He makes his way up my legs, worshipping my body with every brush of his lips. My hands are in his hair, trailing through the silky strands with my own awestruck devotion.
When he reaches my inner thighs, my legs tremble from more than exertion; I’m so turned on that my core throbs for him in time with my heartbeat.
He hooks his thumbs through the waistband of my leggings and panties, and he slowly drags them down my legs. I compliantly step out of them and tug my sweater off too, eager to be naked for him.
I reach for his shirt, but he places a broad hand against my sternum, easing me backward. I brace my elbows on the piano for support, and a discordant sound rumbles through the studio when I mash the keys.
“I’ll hurt your piano,” I protest breathlessly.
His eyes pin me more thoroughly than his steady hand on my chest. “If it gets damaged, I’ll buy a new one. I’m going to take my time with you. You’re going to come all over my face and beg for my cock in your cunt before I’m finished with you.”
A rush of desire wets my exposed pussy, and his nostrils flare as though he’s a predator that’s caught my scent.
My brow furrows when he picks up my pointe shoes, but he doesn’t put them back on my feet. Instead, he uses the satin ribbons to lash my ankles to the legs of the stool, keeping me wide open and exposed. At his mercy.
“Brandon…”
I’m not sure if his name is a shaky protest or a plea for more. My entire body is alive for him, my nerve endings crackling and dancing with unspent lust.
“Stay,” he commands. “I want to admire you just like this.”
I relax back against the piano, and a few stray notes clang beneath my elbows.
But I’m beyond caring. My entire focus is fixed on Brandon, and he’s staring at me like I’m the only thing that matters in the world.
He strokes my inner thighs, swirling in the slick sign of my desire for him in a little teasing circular pattern that drives me wild.
I try to lift my hips, seeking more stimulation, but the bindings around my ankles keep me helplessly spread for his thorough examination.
His thumbs trace the line of my labia, and the gentle touch makes my head drop back on a low groan.
A light hit of pain flares on my thigh. He bit me in reprimand.
“Eyes on me.”
My gaze snaps to his, and I fall into the clear blue pools of his familiar eyes. His attention returns to my pussy as he parts my swollen folds. His face is so close to my cunt that I feel each ragged breath on my heated flesh.
Two fingers slide into my tight sheath, penetrating me slowly.
“I want to learn what you like,” he murmurs, lips almost brushing my clit.
“This,” I pant. “I like this.”
“But my greedy kitten wants more.” He knows me so well.
And the sound of my sexy nickname draws a pleasurable shiver to the surface of my skin, a visceral response to Bones’ control.
He’s every man I’ve ever wanted all in one gorgeous package.
The only man I’ve ever wanted.
He crooks his fingers inside me, searching for the sweet spot at the front of my inner walls that’ll make me come undone. My back arches on a sharp cry, but I keep my gaze riveted on him.
His cocky grin hits me square in the chest, robbing my breath.
“Does that feel good?” he teases, rubbing the spot again.
Pleasure bursts through my system, almost vicious and irresistible.
“You know it does,” I say breathily.
“I bet this will feel better.”
He flicks his tongue over my clit, and I see stars. My core contracts around his fingers. His low, rumbling chuckle is pure masculine satisfaction. It vibrates against my tender flesh, heightening my pleasure.
“Unbearably arrogant.” My accusation is too husky to hold any bite.
“I think you can bear it,” he counters. “You’ll take a lot more before I’m finished with you.”
He licks me again, and at the same time, he stimulates my g-spot in a ruthless rhythm.
I come apart on a sudden, shocking orgasm, driven to the peak by his relentless caresses. He sucks my clit, not relenting. My release is prolonged, and when he lightly scrapes me with his teeth, I scream in agonized ecstasy.
The sound mingles with the discordant notes of the piano, an erotic crescendo that fills the dance studio. It’s the most perverse, beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.
Brandon keeps his mouth on me, and he doesn’t stop rubbing my g-spot. I’m forced to another orgasm.
And another.
I’m not sure where one ends and the next begins. There’s only relentless, excruciating pleasure.