Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Never enough to get me there, but enough to bring me closer, closer.
He explores the rest of my body with his tongue, stopping to bite and suck my skin, making good on his promise to mark his claim.
Every rough spot leaves a delicious heat.
And he leaves no inch of me untouched.
He fists my hair again, winding it tight around his fingers, offering his cock to my hand, which I gladly take.
“Oh fuck,” I say hoarsely.
“Look what you do to me. Total insanity.”
I shudder as I arch my back, trying to find some friction between us.
He steps closer, pressing his thigh against my pussy. I moan, rubbing myself against him helplessly.
“That’s right, woman,” he says. “How bad do you want this?”
His brown eyes glow gold like a harvest moon.
He presses the swollen, raging head of his cock against my folds, reclaiming what’s always been his.
I crane my head back, ready to sell my soul to have him inside me again, filling me.
I’m so wet, I can feel it against my thighs, this slick heat like ripe fruit.
“Clee, how bad? Fucking show me.” He removes his cock and bends down, nipping my inner thigh before licking me.
One long, slow, luxurious stroke.
Halfway to heaven, but not enough to keep me there.
His beard rubs my pussy, the friction adding tension in my lower belly.
Maybe if I keep quiet, keep still, he won’t know how close I’m getting, and he’ll throw me over the edge.
This is power play edged in desperation.
Sexual shadowboxing.
Animal urgency.
I know he won’t be able to resist me forever, and I don’t want to tell him no.
“Holden,” I whimper.
“Brat.” He drags me a little farther off the table and slaps my ass.
The sharpness stings until he rubs a slow circle, easing away the pain. I clench around his fingers, and he makes a rough noise of appreciation.
“Fucking divine,” he mutters.
I whimper in response, and he does it again.
He flips me over gently, so my stomach lays flat against the wood, ass up and prone. He groans as he slaps my other cheek, then squeezes them together.
I squirm, dizzy with denied pleasure.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Cleopatra?”
Holy hell.
Something about hearing my full name pushes me over the edge, and I give up my last shred of dignity.
“Please, Holden. Fuck me hard. Fuck me like I’m yours.”
He curses under his breath.
One of his hands grabs my hair again. He drags my head up, just enough to tease that line where pleasure and pain blurs, and then he sinks into me.
One hard push.
Glory.
My pussy stretches around him and for a second, I see stars.
We both sigh with sweet relief.
I brace against the table, legs up, pressing against his thighs.
This time, he doesn’t hold back.
We’ve been through too much and we’re ravenous.
There’s no more restraint, no more tenderness, just slapping skin sacrificed to raw human need.
Holden hammers me, gripping my hair, pinning my hands behind my back, his willing captive to use however he pleases.
Instinctively, I arch against him, thrust for thrust, rubbing my clit with clumsy fingers.
I was so close before.
It doesn’t take long before pleasure tears my mouth open and I fall apart, spasming around his punishing cock.
“That’s it, good girl,” he growls, releasing his hold on my hair so my head falls down. He runs that hand up my spine, even as he keeps up his relentless, controlled rhythm. “That’s my girl. Made for taking this cock.”
God!
His praise just makes me come harder.
It’s almost too much as he just keeps going, slamming me through my O, marking me from the inside out now.
He slows like he can sense it, that hand smoothing up and down my spine again.
“Easy,” he says. “Breathe for me.”
I do.
And I moan into my arm, vaguely aware that it’s a crowded building with crappy thin walls. But I’m also so overwhelmed I can’t bring myself to care.
He pulls out then, turns me over, and hooks my leg up to my shoulder. Holding my other knee wide, he captures my eyes as he pushes in again, stilling as the aftershocks shudder through my body.
“Fuck, Cleo,” he grates, desert dark eyes scanning over my face.
There are so many stars in his eyes tonight, all shining just for me.
He kisses my ankle, and I feel it everywhere, feel what he says without one word.
He’s bleeding with gratitude, and so am I.
We both needed this.
He bends over me, his arms effortlessly scooping under my back so he can kiss me. And there, holding me, cradling me, his hips start working, quickly gaining speed.
My eyes flutter shut.
Oh, this beautiful angle hits spots I didn’t know I had.
I’m going to come like mad, so fast it’s almost shameful.
His brute kiss speeds that up, and I tilt my head back, moaning at the way he’s hitting every button. Just right.
“That’s it,” he growls against my mouth. “Come all over my cock. I want to feel that pretty little pussy wring me dry.”