Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“You can take it, Em. You always do.”
Despite the pain, tendrils of pleasure creep in. He’s right. I like when he pushes my body to the limit. Each stretch or bite or bruise adds to the bliss of it all. As if he’s inside my mind and needs to drive home a point, he smacks my ass hard. My pussy clenches multiple times like shockwaves of ecstasy. There’s no hiding how this man makes me feel.
“When you’re good at taking cock,” he grunts out, sliding in and out of me at a teasing pace, “I’m going to get you here, too.”
I flinch when his thumb rubs along my ass crack. “Won’t it hurt?”
“Maybe. Haven’t ever done that before. I’m dying to with you, though.”
Reid Foss hasn’t done anal before. And he wants to do it with me? I don’t care if I die in the process, I’ll do it without hesitation. Having a first for both of us feels special and I want it.
“Okay,” I breathe, pushing against his teasing cock. “Right now?”
He chuckles as he caresses my ass. “Oh, sweet girl. Your innocence makes me so fucking hard. No. We have to work up to it.”
I’m not sure what all that entails, but I get my answer when I hear him sucking and then his thumb is back to my crack. He rubs at the puckered hole there. Gently, he eases it into my body. The burn is instantaneous, and I cry out at the fiery sensation there.
“Hurts?”
“Yes.”
“Want me to stop?”
“Um…”
He bucks his hips, distracting me, and then pushes his thumb deep inside my ass. At first, it’s too much all at once, but then I become hyper aware of the complete and utter fullness of him. And now there’s a place inside of me that throbs with a new kind of pleasure.
“Keep g-going,” I stammer out. “That, uh, feels good inside.”
Reid fucks into me harder this time, but his thumb is much gentler. He stretches and presses places inside me that send stars darting across my vision.
It feels too good.
Like I’m floating on a cloud of bliss in some magical world that’s not real.
His other hand smacks my ass, jerking me to the here and now. This is totally real and the man doing it to me is all mine.
“Come, little girl,” he instructs, voice hoarse with need. “I love it when your needy cunt milks the cum right out of my cock.”
His words are always so vile and wicked. I love them. That and how he effortlessly plays my body never fails in sending me over the edge every time. I explode with pleasure, turning boneless and thrashing wildly as my release crashes through me. As promised, his cock pulsates, and he fills me up with his heat.
I’m exhausted from all the lovemaking and only wake up when I realize he’s carrying me.
A yawn tumbles out of me. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
We slip into the dark bathroom. I notice candles lined up along the edge of the tub, their soft yellow light flickering. It smells like lavender.
“Soak, Em. I’m going to grab us some dinner,” he says as he sets me to my feet in the nearly scalding-hot water. “You need this.”
I sink into the deliciously comforting bubble bath. Reid disappears and then returns with my phone, a bottle of water, and a towel.
“Relax,” he instructs. “I’ll be back soon.”
Even though I love the feral animal in bed, it’s nice when Reid gets like this. He’s a sweet, good guy who wants nothing more than to care for the people he loves. The man is a catch and I’m grateful I caught him.
My phone buzzes and I’m not at all surprised to find that it’s Mom.
Mom: Just saw Reid. He said to go on up, but I am trying to respect your boundaries.
We’ve texted a bit back and forth since Reid brought me home, but we haven’t spoken in person. It’s long overdue.
Me: I’m in the bath, soaking. You can come in and chat.
She doesn’t respond, but seconds later I hear the front door opening. Keys jangle as they’re tossed on a countertop and then I hear her sneakers on the stairs.
“Hey, sweetie.”
I dip lower into the water, letting the bubbles cover the hickeys on my breasts. No need to pour salt in our wounds with visual reminders. “Hey.”
She sets her purse down—a newer, fancier one than what she beat Reid with—and kneels down beside the bathtub. I close my eyes when she cups my cheek and kisses my forehead. A brief memory of being a child who needed help washing her hair tickles my mind. She was always so careful not to get soap in my eyes.
“Did Reid tell you we spoke?” she asks, voice soft. She moves to sit on the closed lid of the toilet, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her knees. In the candlelight, she’s especially beautiful. Dare I say happy?