Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
I positioned myself above him, feeling the blunt pressure of him against my entrance. I sank down slowly, watching his face as I did.
Every carefully maintained layer of composure dissolved, his jaw dropping open, and his eyes squeezed shut. A sound ripped from his throat that was half groan, half something wounded. His wrists strained against the belt, the leather creaking, but he didn’t pull free. He held himself there, bound and trembling, as I took him inside me, slow inch by slow inch.
I forgot to breathe for a second as he stretched me.
My walls tightened around him, clenching as I moved up and pulsing when I lowered myself onto his cock again.
His hips jerked roughly, almost like he couldn’t control his own body movement anymore. A needy moan escaped my throat; I couldn’t help it as he thrust upward, in and out of me, taking control from the bottom.
Hard. Deep. Rough.
Fuck, it felt so good. So maddeningly good.
I leaned forward, pushing my face into the dip between his neck and shoulder.
My teeth grazed the sensitive skin at his throat, and he tensed underneath me. His body trembled with a ragged exhale. My thighs shook, but I put more effort into moving up and down his hard, thick length.
I leaned back, spine arching as I rode him. Up and down, circling my hips when it felt good. He met each of my movements with his own jerky, deep thrust.
Adrian watched me with hooded eyes, his gaze caressing my face before it went to my chest. Then, he was watching my perky tits bouncing up and down as I rode him.
I leaned forward, just enough so that my breasts were hovering over his lips. He didn’t hesitate. He took a taut nipple into his mouth, biting softly. “A-Adrian!”
He suckled and soothed the tinge of pain before he did it again. And again.
My clit felt swollen, and I was aching, literally aching.
Our bodies were taut, the muscles so tight as we quickly climbed toward our orgasms. Our chests gleamed with sweat, and the smell of sex saturated the air. Musky and undeniable.
He lifted his head and looked between where our bodies were connected, his eyes flaring darker with satisfaction… with possessiveness. “Look at us, Princess,” he commanded raspily. “Look how pretty you are taking me inside your little tight cunt.” His chest rumbled with another low, deep groan. “Fuck me, you look delightful, Serafina. Look.”
My eyes followed his command, and I looked down where we were connected in the most intimate way two people could be connected. Bodies entwined with a fevered passion that I wasn’t sure where he began and where I ended. We were two pieces of a desperate, frenzied puzzle interlocked together.
We watched his thick length sliding in and out of me, the sight of it so sinfully dirty.
Every time I slid down onto him, he thrust upward into me. A needy, desperate matching rhythm.
I buried my head in his shoulders, muffling my cries as I shattered in his arms again, my second orgasm rippling through me harder than the first.
Adrian stiffened under me, and I knew his own orgasm wasn’t far. My thighs tensed at the realization. No—wait…
I was about to shift my weight off him when his hands caught my hips.
His…freed hands.
What…? I didn’t have time to process the thought.
His fingers dug into my flesh, and before I could pull away, before I could lift myself off him, he rolled.
The world tilted. The headboard slammed against the wall, and I gasped as my back hit the mattress, Adrian’s weight settling over me, his hips pinning mine to the bed.
“Wait—” The word barely left my mouth before his lips crashed against mine.
Not gentle. Not careful. Nothing about it was tender.
His kiss swallowed the word whole, his tongue sliding past my lips with a hunger that stole the air from my lungs. I tried to turn my head, tried to form a syllable again, but his mouth followed mine, relentlessly, and the sound that came out of me was nothing but a muffled, desperate moan.
God, I could taste myself on his tongue.
His hips moved. One deep, grinding thrust that buried him to the hilt, and my legs tried to close, tried to push him away, but he was already there, his knees pressing mine apart, trapping my thighs against the mattress with the full weight of his body.
“Adrian—” I managed against his mouth, but his name dissolved into a broken cry as he thrust again, harder, deeper, the angle shifting so that every stroke dragged against that swollen, aching place inside me. Holy shit!
He spread my legs wider as he drove deeper. My head fell back against the pillow, a strangled moan escaping my throat.
I think… oh my God…
I was going to come again.
His forehead pressed against mine, his breath ragged and hot, and his eyes were open, staring into mine with an unbearable intensity.