Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Her words were a dark magic, weaving around his restraint, tightening the coil of pleasure in his gut to a near-breaking point. He was drowning in her, in the feel of her…in the scent of her feminine desire…in the sound of her voice painting pictures of ownership that made the primitive part of him roar with pleasure and approval.
“Yes, Mistress!” he groaned, his head falling back against the couch, his eyes squeezing shut. “Fucking take me! Use me! Ride me hard—fuck yourself on my cock!”
Kaitlyn did exactly that. Her pace became less controlled and more frantic—driven by her own rising need. Her nails scored his shoulders as she used him for leverage, driving herself down onto him again and again and Braze fucking loved it. Her breathy moans turned into sharp cries.
“That’s it… oh, gods, Braze… right there… I’m coming! Coming so hard all over your cock!”
Her inner muscles clenched around him in a fierce, rhythmic spasm, milking his length as she cried out, her body going taut.
The sensation was so intense it ripped a ragged roar from his throat. He was so close, so fucking close—the pressure building to an unbearable peak.
But still, her order held. Don’t come—not until I say so.
At last, she collapsed against his chest, panting and trembling through the aftershocks. Braze held himself rigid, every muscle screaming, his cock throbbing painfully inside her still-trembling channel.
Fuck—could a male die from sexual need? He was afraid he might soon find out.
Then Kaitlyn began to move again—a slow, sensual grind, seeking another peak. She found it and another orgasm shook her—softer but no less intense.
Braze felt her juices gush around his imprisoned shaft but somehow he held off, though it was a near thing. How much of this could he fucking take? He just didn’t know…
“Mistress—” he began.
“No, not yet,” she told him and began moving again. She came a third time—a shivering, continuous wave of pleasure that had her sobbing his name into his neck and Braze thought he really might die. How could he keep holding off while she was teasing him like this? Stroking him with her pussy as she ground on top of him—fucking herself to orgasm over and over on his cock. Fuck, he was dying here!
But finally, she stilled. For a long moment, she just lay against him, her weight a sweet burden, her breathing gradually slowing.
Panic, cold and sharp, sliced through the haze of Braze’s lust. Was she done? Had she taken her pleasure and would now send him away, aching and unfulfilled? The thought caused a physical pain inside him. He’d heard human males talk about “blue balls”—well his were damn-near purple at this point!
Then Kaitlyn lifted her head. She kissed him, not with slow possession, but with a fierce, desperate hunger that matched his own. When she pulled back, her eyes were clear—blazing with intent and something else—a vulnerability that made his heart fist in his chest.
“I love you, Braze,” she murmured. Then she looked him dead in the eye. “All right,” she whispered. “It’s time—knot me.”
Something inside Braze shattered as his control finally broke.
A possessive, guttural growl tore from his throat—a sound that had nothing to do with being a civilized male and everything to do with the primal part of him claiming his mate. His hands shot to her hips, his grip iron strong.
In one fluid, powerful motion, he flipped them over.
The world spun and now Kaitlyn was beneath him on the couch—her black and silver hair fanned out against the dark leather, her eyes wide with surprise and blazing with excitement.
“Oh, Braze!” she gasped.
Braze didn’t answer and didn’t give her time to think. He hooked his hands under her knees—lifting her legs and pushing them back until they were draped over his shoulders. The move opened her to him completely—exposing where they were still joined. The position was deep, primal, and utterly dominant.
He looked down at where his thick cock disappeared into her beautiful, swollen pussy. He met her gaze and said,
“I love you too, Mistress.”
Then, with a single thrust, he drove home.
They both cried out as the thick, bulbous knot at the base of his shaft met resistance…then breached it, entering her pussy and stretching her even wider. The sensation was overwhelming—for both of them.
Finally, Braze was seated to the root, his knot swelling fully inside her, tying them together for as long as their Bonding took. And after the way she’d teased and tormented him, he intended to make it last a long, long time.
“Fuck, Mistress!” he growled. “You’re so fucking tight! So perfect, taking all of me.”
“You’re so big,” Kaitlyn moaned beneath him, her back arching, her hands flying to his biceps and squeezing. “Oh, God, Braze! I can feel you everywhere.”
He was trembling with the effort of holding still, of not pounding into her with mindless abandon. The knot tied them, but his release was still held hostage by her word.