Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
The cold shower it brings is so shocking I gasp, unsure what to do with myself. I want to protest, order him to suck me off right now, but his words are too enticing. It’s true. I don’t want to come until that monster of a dick is throbbing inside me.
His other hand slides between my ass cheeks, and he slips a finger in. I’m gonna fucking lose it. I buck my hips, helplessly chasing the need rushing through me like a storm. I have fingered myself, and fucked myself with dildos, but no one has touched me there before, and the sensation makes me curl my toes as desire stabs me somewhere deep inside.
It’s not enough. That one digit, no matter how long and thick, can’t satisfy me, so I tap Dalton with my heels, trying to ride his finger.
My brain must be muddled by the head rush from being stuck upside down, because right now all I want is for him to push his entire length inside. It would hurt, despite the earlier preparation, but I almost want it to. I want to really feel him and still be sore by the time he dies tomorrow.
“More,” I demand and claw at his forearms.
Dalton smirks as he slides me back to the mattress as if I’m a boneless mess of muscle, and he doesn’t even pull his finger out of me. He’s so strong and in charge it’s overwhelming to comprehend. Deep down I know I’m the master of this whole night, but when he manhandles me like this, my cock is back to stiff and needy in a second.
“Like this?” he asks and slides in another finger while looking straight into my eyes. “Want your needy hole fucked like this?” The assault he unleashes on my ass makes me whine in ways I wasn’t aware I was capable of. He fucks me with his fingers relentlessly, the slapping resonating in the room alongside my moans as he massages my prostate, just easing me into it for now.
And still, I arch my feet and angle my hips to meet each thrust, panting as he hits his mark each time. It’s not nearly as intense when I do this myself, but while his touch is borderline painful, I’d rather swallow the innards of the pillow I bit on to stifle my moans than tell him to slow down. “Damn you…”
He chuckles. Actually fucking chuckles, the sound raspy and excited. “Don’t hide your pretty face, I wanna see it when I drill into you. Love to see a guy all red-faced and needy.”
Oh, God. That’s me, isn’t it? Legs spread for him like I can’t wait for a thick warm spit to roast me from inside out. I hope he doesn’t make me beg for it, because at this point I just might. And yet it irks me that he said ‘a guy’. I’m his lifeline. Corvus fucking Van der Horn. The only man he should be thinking about right now.
At least he doesn’t fight me for the pillow, but in the corner of my eye I spot him reaching for the condom. A part of me wants to stop him. Like all the animals about to be hunted, he’s been tested, but the last thing I want is to have his cum leaking out of me until morning. Not to mention that I don’t want him to get too cocky, because being allowed to touch me has already gone to his head. I want to tell him something that confirms he’s only a piece of meat to me. A hot stud to satisfy my fantasies, but when he wraps up and looks at me, cheeks flushed with arousal on that solid, masculine face, I can’t bring myself to speak.
He’s so damn handsome.
So instead I gesture at him, trying to exude as much grace as I can as I roll over to my stomach. He will not be assessing my embarrassing expressions. The pressure of my cock against the blanket is already unbearable, but when I hear him hum at the sight of my exposed ass, my whole body throbs with need.
And then Dalton adds his weight on top of me, filling my senses with his warm scent.
“That’s how we’re doing it?” He murmurs right into my ear and then pulls on it with his teeth. “Lazy boy style?” He pushes my legs farther apart with his knee as I’m overheating, my ass begging to be filled again, this time with more than fingers. “Hope you’re ready, ‘cause I can go on real long, even in a tight little hole like yours.”
I don’t have the words to answer and don’t protest when he steals my pillow to stuff it under my hips. This is it. I’m letting a guy fuck me.
“Whatever,” I mumble, trying to slow my breathing as I feel Dalton settle between my thighs, my hole on show, and I close my eyes, resting my forehead on the blanket as my flesh absorbs the heat of his body.