Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“What the fuck am I doing?” he said, snapping my hips to him. “Why am I letting that red-eyed bastard win?!”
Tristan made short work of my anime tighty-whities—tossing it somewhere over his shoulder.
“Our first time together should be special,” he bleated. “Sweet, cherished, private!” Tristan grasped my ankles and held them over my head. A firm swat landed on my backside, blowing my brows up my forehead.
My core lit up so hot and fast at the spank, it melted the juices leaking from my pussy.
“But, oh well.”
That was it. Three words, and I knew I was in trouble.
“Oh!” I cried when he spanked me again, painting the left cheek red to match the right. It was insane how turned on I was. The last guy who gifted me a surprise spanking got kicked in the chest, and then kicked out.
Why was it so different with Tristan? Why were his calloused hands leaving a trail of goose bumps on my flesh wherever they touched? Why did I feel like I could live under the curtain of his hair forever?
Tristan took one look at me, naked and spread out like a buffet, and groaned deep in his chest.
I could practically hear the last of his control snapping.
Tristan climbed on top of me and nipped my chin. My head fell back as he kissed a trail down my chin to my breast. My nipple disappeared in his mouth.
“Ahhhh,” I moaned, arching off the wood.
Tristan flicked and tortured the helpless nub, sucking harder and harder as my cries got louder and louder.
My eyes popped when two fingers pushed past my folds.
Tristan set a punishing pace, plunging in and out of my pussy like jackhammer.
My body warmed fast. Electricity zipped through my muscles, twisting and contorting them—feeding my drunken senses even more pleasure.
Tristan crooked his finger, striking a spot inside me that made me slam my heels on the desk.
It was too much. My body was already thrumming like I stuck my fingers in an electrical socket. One more time and I’ll—
Tristan struck that spot again.
Eyes rolling up in my head, I came hard—screaming my orgasm.
This should’ve been the part when I flopped boneless on the desk, but far from being tired or worn out—I was bursting with energy. If I bottled this desiderium stuff and sold it when I returned home, I’d be a millionaire in a week.
I was up and crouching down on my elbows and knees in a blink, gazing up at him with fevered eyes and parted lips.
He knew exactly what I was thinking without words.
I shoved the last of the clothes between us down, and soaked in his thick, uncut cock. Lips parting, I swallowed him happily.
I tried to take control—sucking and bobbing my head—but Tristan was having none of it.
Fisting my hair, the wolf shifter started pumping, sliding in and out of my swelling lips. He held me firm—fucking the shit out of my mouth.
Gripping his thighs, I gagged trying to take all of him in. He filled my throat to bursting—warm and pulsing in my cavern. I just relaxed, and so did the logical part of my brain.
Screw it, she said, this guy is way too freaking hot to pretend like I’ve got the self-control to resist.
As if he could hear the last part of me surrendering, Tristan pumped faster still, plowing the back of my throat.
“Mmm hhmm,” I moaned, toes curling—nails piercing his thighs. I was fortunate enough to have a couple past boyfriends who knew what they were doing in the bedroom, but Tristan just blew them out of the water. Who knew the whole time I was just having good sex? It took a little trip to hell for me to have fantastic sex.
Tristan’s thighs tightened under my grip, and I knew what was coming.
He ripped away and I cried out in surprise—leaving my mouth open when he exploded on my face. Hot ropes of cum covered my face, lips, and chin—awakening new kinks and desires within me in front of the entire class.
Tristan gripped my chin and pulled me up, gifting me another mind-bending, nipple-tightening kiss.
It was like he was in my head. In my skin. In my wildest, wettest dreams. I thought of my nipples and then his hands were there, palming my breasts and rolling my nubs over his rough, warrior’s callouses.
“Do it,” I cried, parting completely from reason. I flipped over and stuck my ass in the air. “Fuck me!”
Tristan didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed my hips and ground me on his hardness, ripping a hiss from my lips as his tip teased my entrance.
“Come on! Fuck—!”
Tristan thrust inside, catching the order on my tongue. The last coherent thought through my head was, “I don’t know if I should kill Ronin, or thank him.”
We rutted like animals. Tristan pounded between my pussy, turning my moans into all-out screams. There was never any chance of holding myself back.