Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“I know you’ve played with yourself all these years, but I need to stretch you wide for me. You will accept everything I demand of you tonight.”
I tense, and he shushes me gently. “Not my cock, kitten. I have other games planned for you. I know you love your toys, but you’ll have to take my fingers first.”
He pumps in and out of me, crooking his finger to find the most sensitive spot inside me. When he rubs it directly, my back arches on a moan.
“That’s it. Open up for me. Good girl.”
A second finger enters me, achingly slow and careful. Sweat beads on my brow, and my entire body quivers at the incredible sense of fullness. I’ve taken my vibrator plenty of times, but his hand is massive. And when he presses a third finger against my entrance, I buck with a whine of protest.
He pauses, teasing through the wetness that coats my inner thighs. The little circular pattern he traces is hypnotic and irresistibly alluring. He’s playing my body like his favorite instrument, and I marvel at how much more intense our connection is when it’s his hand touching me rather than my own.
He releases my cheek from his gentle grip. His glove skims down my neck, tracing a smooth line to my cleavage. He caresses the swells of my breasts where they’re pushed up by the corseted dress, and my nipples pebble against the silky material.
He growls his approval and rubs the hard buds through the silk, toying with them.
“Not wearing a bra?” he asks. “What a dirty girl. All of this is for me. Your breasts, your cunt. Your submission. All mine.”
“Who’s submitting?” I pant, even as my fingernails bite into his shoulders, clinging on tight to tether me to reality.
“You are.”
To prove his point, he grinds his thumb over my clit and slides all three fingers inside me.
“Feel how your pretty little body yields to me? You were made for this.”
“Bones, please…”
I’m so unbearably full, and his huge body presses against me—a shadowy cage that’s far too close.
The little thrill of fear I love so much tingles down my spine. My inner muscles contract around his fingers, and my breaths come fast and hot.
He withdraws his touch abruptly. I cry out at the loss, the denial.
“Hey!” I protest. “Don’t stop now.”
He chuckles. “Being edged is the most delicious torment. Now you know how I’ve felt all these years.”
I blink at him. “You come every time we’re on a call.”
He leans in closer, until his forehead rests on mine. I’m speared by his inky stare.
“I’ve had to watch you get off while I finish in my own hand,” he says gruffly. “Nothing could compare to touching you. Do you know how goddamn hard I am right now? I would only hurt like this for you, Karolina.”
Against my better judgment, I touch his masked cheek, and he freezes.
“I understand,” I murmur. “Nothing could’ve prepared me for this. For being with you.”
The sensual tension in the limo is thick enough to cut, so I toss my hair back and try for a lighter tone. “Now, are you going to make me come, or not?”
He shakes his head. “I think not, my naughty kitten. Not yet.”
He pulls back from my shockingly tender touch and removes something from his pocket: a black, egg-shaped vibrator with a delicate loop at one end. At its widest point, it’s a bit bigger than the dildo I keep in my nightstand.
I swallow hard. I’m grateful that he’s taken the time to prepare me for this.
The idea of denying him doesn’t even cross my mind. I’m hot and desperate for him. I’ll gladly take the vibe inside me if that’s what gets me off.
He watches me intently as he presses it against my entrance, reading every nuance of my rapturous expression. It’s not vibrating yet, but I know enough about toys like this from my spicy romance novels that I can guess what’s coming.
His thumb circles my clit, and my softened body yields easily. The vibrator slips inside me, bumping against my g-spot as it settles into place.
“Turn it on,” I pant, circling my hips in a mindless rhythm, seeking more stimulation.
“Oh, I will,” he promises darkly. “You keep bragging about how fast you are. Did you really think I would give you a chance of outrunning me? I think this will be a nice distraction. You’ll have to concentrate very hard if you want to evade me without moaning in pleasure.”
My eyes narrow. “That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“We didn’t make a deal. This isn’t a negotiation. You gave yourself to me the moment you got in this limo. The only way out is your safe word.”
“That’s not fair,” I pout. “You can’t—”
He slides three fingers into my open mouth, and I taste my arousal on his glove.