Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
As if to illustrate his point, he runs his hand over my breast again, and my muscles tighten.
“I love the way it tastes,” he says, kissing my neck with his whole mouth, causing the breath to rush out of me.
He pulls his finger out of my pussy, and I sigh with fleeting disappointment, but he finally lets me turn around.
“I love the way it looks,” he finishes, standing back and just letting his gaze travel over my body. When his eyes meet mine again, he tells me, “There’s not a single part of you I’m not obsessed with.”
I bite my lip, feeling a pleasant flush rise to my face. His words fill me up with so much pleasure, so much comfort, so much confidence…
I drop to my knees, tugging his pants down and looking up at him. He gazes down at me, sliding his fingers through my hair as I take his cock out.
He makes me feel so loved. I want to make him feel loved, too.
I grip the base of his cock, running my lips along the side at first, then dragging my tongue along the underside of him. He sighs, bracing his hand on the window. I open my mouth, taking him inside. My tongue drags over his head, and when he groans, I do it again.
His hand in my hair tightens, then his other hand comes down, his fingers curling around the base of my skull. I suck him harder, and his hand splays, his grip on my head becoming less of a guide and more of a wordless demand. I try to follow along at the pace he wants, but before long, my mouth is being used brutally for his pleasure, and I can scarcely catch my breath.
My heart skitters in my chest as I try to keep up, not wanting to disappoint him. I grip his ass, trying to keep my throat soft as he forces his cock into it. Tears prickle at the corner of my eyes as I gag, but I don’t ask him to stop.
Not that I could if I tried.
It gets too rough, though, and I try to pull back, but he doesn’t let go. A swell of panic reaches my chest, and I moan an objection, but the vibration only makes him groan and shove into me harder.
Gasping for breath, I claw at his arm, finally desperate to break his hold.
The feel of my nails on his skin must pull him out of it. He looks down at me, eyes dark, and his grip eases.
I pull off his cock and fall back on my butt, sucking in a breath, tears leaking from both eyes.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he says, reaching for me. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, but I can’t quite look at him. I need a second to catch my breath and get my bearings.
“Come here,” he says gently, offering his hand.
Swallowing, I reach for it and let him pull me up off the ground.
He pulls me into an embrace, sliding his arms around my waist and holding me close. I close my eyes and rest my head against his chest, and we stay like that for several moments.
Once my heart rate returns to normal, his grip loosens, and a few inches of distance appear between us.
“You all right?” he asks. “I didn’t mean to be so rough with you.”
I know he didn’t mean it, so I offer a gentle smile and nod, absently touching my throat. “I’m okay.”
“Good.” He takes my hand off my neck, bringing it up and kissing my knuckles. It’s the same hand my bracelet is on, so the gold catches his eye. “We should probably take this off so it doesn’t get broken,” he says, turning the chain to find the clasp.
I nod. The sight of the daisy on the chain reminds me of the song from the musical now. It was so romantic, and it made Tor think of me.
“Am I your Daisy?” I ask.
The corner of his mouth tugs up as he carefully removes my bracelet. “No, you’re my Cassie. That’s better.”
I smile up at him, winding my arms around his neck and pressing myself closer to his body. “You say the best things.”
With one hand on my hip, he rotates our positions, walking me backward so he can drop my bracelet on the desk, then he grabs my ass, lifting me. I wrap my legs around him, and he carries me over to the bed. He drops me on it, then immediately climbs on top of me. His fingers hook in my panties, and he drags them down.
I smile as he tosses them somewhere behind him. “Don’t let me forget those.”
Chuckling, he rests more of his weight on me, diving into my neck. He kisses and nips until I’m writhing and moaning, his hand squeezing my breast before sliding up to wrap around my throat. He holds it, not squeezing, just holding, and kisses me.