Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Fiddling with the settings, I find one that I can get down with, and as my fingers trail down my body and skim over my sensitive clit, my hips jolt, desperate to see what Little Red can do.
The thrill that pulses through me is electrifying, and as my fingers continue working over my clit, I bring Little Red to my core. It immediately buzzes against my skin, and I suck in a breath, my body already so wound up. I mean, shit. I didn’t think anything could rival Knight’s tongue, but he might just have some competition after all.
My eyes roll in the back of my head, and as I gently push the little red vibrator inside me, my whole body begins to spasm. “Ohhhhhhh shiiiiit,” I groan. I was not prepared for this. My whole body feels as though it’s being electrocuted from the inside out, but being the trooper that I am, and being up for any challenge that the world throws at me, I keep pushing it higher until there’s nowhere else for it to go.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
This is way too much, but I’m not a quitter, and instead of yanking it out of me and taking my time, I rise to the challenge and try to breathe through the insane vibrations.
My fingers slow on my clit, trying to fool my body into thinking that I have any kind of control over the insanity that’s happening inside me. But shit, once this joyride is done and dusted, I’ll be sending a very strongly worded email to the company that dared to release Little Red, because how dare they bring out a product for everyday use but give it industrial strength. Like fuck. I think my whole body is about to start buzzing along with it, buzzing me right off the edge of the couch. I can’t even begin to imagine the number of injury insurance claims women all over the country will be submitting.
But like I said, I’m no quitter.
Tossing my head back against the armrest, I close my eyes and breathe, focusing on every single breath as though my life depends on it.
In. Out. In. Out. Fuck. Vibration. Vibration. VIBRATION!
Oh God. No! It’s too much. Is it possible to die via overstimulation?
My legs shake as my hips violently jerk, and if I were on any other surface, my whole body would be bruised by now.
I’ve made a colossal mistake.
Not being able to handle it, I try to sit up and fish this thing out of me, but the shift in my hips has the vibrations reaching me at an all-new high, and without even a shred of warning, an orgasm tears right through my body. “OH FUCK!” I cry out, needing to grip the backrest of the couch as my whole body relentlessly jerks and spasms.
“FUCK. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”
Tears spring from my eyes, having no idea how to handle the intensity, and as the high pulses through my body like live wires, every inch of me becomes overwhelmed.
It lasts for what feels like a lifetime, and I become paralyzed, unable to move or even attempt to remove this devil vibrator from within my cooch, and I cry out again and again, groans of pure misery rumbling from deep within my chest.
I start praying to the Hemsworth gods, begging them to help ease the intensity rocking through my body as my walls violently convulse around the slick vibrator. Hell, it’s so intense that I’m positive I’m gonna strip every inch of color off this thing. The deep red will evaporate into my body and become one with my bloodstream, leaving the vibrator completely colorless.
Ha. At least it makes sense why they chose the color red. Only a red vibrator could inflict this much misery.
I finally begin coming down from the world’s most intense orgasm and start mentally preparing for the verbal beating Izzy is going to receive for bringing this torture device into my home, when my body relaxes enough to start moving.
My fingers release their death grip on the couch, and I’m finally able to sit up enough to try to fish this bad boy out of me and put an end to the industrial-strength vibrations, but as my fingers plunge deep inside to feel around, I come up empty.
“Shit,” I mutter, adjusting my position to get a better angle, but as my fingers skim along the bottom of it, I realize there’s nothing to grasp onto. Nothing to help me get this thing out of me.
My eyes widen in fear, and I find myself squatting down, trying to give birth to this devil vibrator, my fingers deeper than they’ve ever been as it continues buzzing away, but nothing is working. “No. No, no, no, no.”
This can’t be happening. I adjust my hips. I try getting down on all fours. I even get to my feet and start jumping, hoping like fuck that it might just fall out, but the wicked vibration coming from within me is like a taunt, and the longer it’s there, the more my body responds.