Recovery Road – Torpedo Ink Read Online Christine Feehan

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
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He felt huge inside of her, stretching her in spite of the mixture of his semen and her blood and cream. She was still so wet. Was he still hard? Was that even possible? She was certain it wasn’t, but she wanted it to be. She swirled her hips experimentally, trying not to wince when he hit a sore spot.

“You all right?”

“I think so. I’m not breathing.”

He rolled them over fast so she was sprawled on top of him and he was still buried deep. He was hard. On top of him, she could feel him differently. He felt like a pole, his wide girth stretching her tender tissues, and each time she moved even a little, the friction radiated through her body with shocking intensity.

“Um, Master, you’re still, um . . .” She trailed off lamely and lifted her head. Hopeful. Needing him to want to go another round with her. Go all night. The next day. Just never stop so she never had to think again.

“Hard as a fuckin’ rock, princess. That happens to me. Lucky for you, although you’re going to be sore. Sit up—you’re going to ride me this time. Then you can take another bath with some salts to help with the soreness.”

“Ride you?” She was already sitting up, her knees on either side of his narrow hips. He was built strong. All muscle. A lot of him. Tons of scarring, now that she got a good look at him. She could see the tattoos on him. He seemed to favor Russian prison tattoos.

His hands went to her hips. “Yeah, babe, like a horse. You ever been on a horse? Look at your tits. So beautiful.”

He lifted her hips, and she didn’t need a second urging. She wanted to bliss out again. She needed it more than she needed anything else. He guided her into spirals and then leaning back and forward, then harder and deeper. Her breasts bounced and jiggled, drawing his attention so that he sat up, capturing her left one and drawing it into the hot cavern of his mouth. Searing heat rushed through her veins. She couldn’t take her eyes off him devouring her breast. Pulling, kneading, using his teeth and tongue ruthlessly on her nipple, sending those amazing lightning strikes to her clit.

She ground down on his cock, rocking forward and back as she did so, not caring how sore she was, chasing after the magic of mindless pleasure again. It wasn’t working. Nothing was working. Panic began to set in, and she grasped at Master’s arms, her eyes finding his.

Shit. He’d never taken a woman before who had no experience with sex. He had no experience with intimacy or decent sex. He fucked. He didn’t know any other way. He’d done his best with her, but he could see the desperation in her eyes. His lady was unraveling. He didn’t blame her. He’d even expected it. The trust in her as she looked to him to save her settled in his heart. That trust wasn’t something he had expected. It was a gift.

He slid his hands from her breasts to her rib cage and then down her belly. “You too sore to keep going, princess? I’m not going to be upset with you if we have to stop.”

Real panic hit her. She shook her head. She ground down on the thick length of his cock, sending waves of shimmering heat through his body. She was tight and scorching hot. The fact that she was his and so willing to take his monster of a cock when she shouldn’t want anything to do with him made it even more necessary for him to find a way to aid her.

Master’s fingers settled on her hips, taking control back. He lifted her easily, pulling her body off him, and then surged into her as he brought her down. Her eyes widened. Yeah. She liked that. He did that several times and then settled her, guiding her body with his hands, so that she was riding him hard, just the way they both seemed to need. Her lashes drifted down.

“No, baby, you look at me. Right at me.” He made it a command, not taking a chance that she’d turn inward again. To make certain, he captured her jaw with one hand, holding her face still, forcing her to stare at him as she rode his thick cock.

With every surge of his hips, he felt her liquid heat surround him, felt her tight sheath bite down so the friction was growing hotter and hotter. He surged upward as he slammed her small body down over his shaft. Harder. Deeper. Bucking. Driving into her. She caught the rhythm, her hips meeting his. Streaks of fire raced down his spine to his groin. Settled there. Burned. His cock expanded until his girth pushed that silken sheath as far as it could possibly go.


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