Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 169266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
By the time I’ve kissed my way up both legs twice, she’s practically sobbing. Her hips are lifting off the hay, searching for contact I’m not giving her. The sounds she’s making—desperate little whimpers and moans—are going straight to my cock, which is straining so hard against my jeans, it’s almost painful.
“Please,” she begs. “Please, please, I can’t—”
“Can’t what?”
“I can’t take it anymore! Please touch me, put me out of my bloody misery, just—”
With a grin, I bury my face between her thighs.
She screams, her whole body jerking against the restraints as I seal my lips around her clit and suck hard. I grip her hips to hold her still and go to work, licking and sucking and fucking her with my tongue while she writhes and wails above me.
She’s moaning, groaning, telling me to keep going, telling me she loves it, telling me not to stop.
I have no intention of stopping. I want to drown in her, want to stay here forever, tongue buried in her cunt, drinking down every drop she gives me. Fuck, she’s so soft, it’s driving me wild.
I add two fingers, crooking them against that spot inside her that makes her back arch off the hay, and feel her walls start to flutter around me.
“That’s it.” I pull back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her swollen flesh. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my face like the good little slut you are.”
She shatters with a cry that echoes through the barn. Her thighs clamp around my head, her whole body shaking, and I work her through it with my mouth and fingers, drawing out every last tremor until she’s gasping and limp and twitching with aftershocks.
I lick her clean, every fold, every crease, savoring the taste of her release on my tongue. Then, I sit back, wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and start undoing my jeans.
“That was just the beginning,” I tell her, freeing my cock. It’s so hard and thick, it’s almost purple, pre-cum leaking from the tip. “I can do this all day.”
Her eyes go wide when she sees me. It still amazes me, that look, like she can’t quite believe what she’s dealing with, as if she’s not sure whether to be terrified or turned on.
“Remember your word,” I say, positioning myself at her entrance.
“Milkshake,” she says rather nervously.
“That’s the one.” I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one stroke.
A scream is strangled in her throat, her back bowing, her bound hands straining against the rope. I give her half a second to adjust before I start moving—long, deep strokes that drag over every nerve ending inside her. The angle is incredible, her body tilted because of the way her arms are secured, and I can feel her clenching around me with every thrust.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl. “This cunt was made for me. Only me. Say it.”
“Only you—”
“Louder.”
“Only you!”
I pound into her harder, the hay bale creaking beneath us, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the barn. She’s so wet, I can hear it—that profane squelch with every thrust—and it’s driving me out of my goddamn mind.
It’s driving her mad too, from the cacophony of sounds she’s making, the way her heart is beating so loud, it might just escape from her chest. She’s breathing hard, and I can smell the orgasm coming for her, sense how she’s about to lose all control, luckily before I do.
“You’re going to take everything I give you.” I shift my grip on her hips, lifting her higher, changing the angle so I’m hitting deeper. “Every. Fucking. Inch.”
“I’m coming,” she cries out, half a sob, half a moan, and then she’s panting, writhing, jerking against her restraints that keep her arms raised above her head before she starts to go limp and satiated.
I can feel my control slipping. That darkness I warned her about—it’s rising now, inky and hungry, wanting to consume her whole. I want to mark her. Bite her. Make her scream until her voice gives out. I want to flip her over and take her from behind, pull her hair, smack her pert little ass until it’s red and stinging, use my belt to—
Pain explodes behind my left eye.
I stagger, my rhythm faltering. For a second, the world whites out, replaced by a high-pitched ringing that seems to come from inside my skull. It’s like someone’s driven a spike through my temple.
“Nate?” Mia’s voice, distant through the ringing. “Nate, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head, trying to clear it. The pain is already fading, leaving behind a dull throb and a hollow feeling in my chest. “Just a headache. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? We can stop—”
“No,” I say harshly. I take a breath, force my voice softer. “No, I’m good. I want this. I want to come inside you.”