Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 182255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 911(@200wpm)___ 729(@250wpm)___ 608(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 911(@200wpm)___ 729(@250wpm)___ 608(@300wpm)
That first touch—hot, hard, insistent—had her sucking in a gasp.
“Tell me what you want, little girl.”
“You, Sir. Inside me.”
He pushed forward slightly, letting her feel only his thick crest. When Heavenly’s pussy fluttered and clasped and her hips jerked up involuntarily, he pulled back with a growl. “Can you follow directions?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathlessly assured.
“And who makes the rules?”
“You do, Sir.”
“That’s right. Don’t forget it,” he cautioned, holding her prisoner with a hungry stare. “Now beg me. Make me believe you want… No, make me believe you need my cock.”
Heavenly swallowed back a mewl. “Please, Sir. Please. I need you inside me. Need you to fill me.”
“Do you? I’m not convinced.” Beck smirked, pushing another inch inside her before he stopped again. “If you want more, you’ll have to do better. Tell me how my cock feels.”
“I-It…” She groaned in frustration as he withdrew again. “It feels good. Too good. You’re so thick and hard and…” She gasped as he flexed and backed away again. “No. Please… I need all of you.”
“Such pretty begging, angel,” Seth praised as he resumed tormenting her nipples and glanced Beck’s way. “Pretty enough to give her what she wants?”
“Not a chance in hell. I don’t think she understands who’s in control yet.” The surgeon flashed a filthy smile. “But she will.”
Seth softly chuckled as he pulled and pinched. “We won’t rest until she does.”
Their burning stares and relentless teasing had her fighting the urge to twist and arch. She’d beg more if they demanded it. Whatever they needed to put her out of her misery, she’d do it.
With agonizing slowness, Beck pressed forward, filling and stretching her as he drove deeper in her fluttering pussy. An exquisite burn had her gasping—legs spreading, hips lifting—as pleasure assailed her.
“Yes. Yes…” she begged in a shuddering exhalation, eyes sliding shut, as he worked in another blistering inch.
“Eyes on me,” he snarled. “I want to watch you take every inch. Watch the pain and pleasure ripple over your face as I wreck your snug little pussy. Watch those pretty blue eyes dilate just before you shatter all over my cock.”
Heavenly lifted her heavy lids and locked stares with Beck. Her heart leapt. His eyes were nearly black, and the slow smile that tugged his lips did absolutely nothing to comfort her.
He was going to wreck her tonight, and he was going to love every minute of it.
She would, too, knowing that she was giving him exactly what he needed.
That knowledge unlocked something inside her—deep and primal and femininely fundamental. They’d taught her to embrace her submission—to crave it, to sink into it, to revel in it.
But this was different. Clearer. Her submission wasn’t something she did strictly for her own peace. Tonight, it was her gift to them.
And watching Beck take it—watching him reclaim himself through her body—filled her with something fiercer than mere pleasure.
“That’s it,” he hissed. “Good girl. Don’t look away. No matter what I do, you keep your eyes on me. Understood?”
“Yes.” She nodded, a desperate bob of her head. “Yes, Sir.”
He withdrew nearly all the way in a molasses stroke that had her mewling and aching. Before she could recover, before she could even find the words to plead again, he thrust deep.
Hard.
To the hilt.
Heavenly bowed her back and screamed.
Fire razed through her veins. Tingles skittered. Need pooled hot between her legs.
She gave herself over completely.
“Take all of him. Let him use you,” Seth urged, squeezing her nipples. “God, you look so damn beautiful.”
“And she feels so tight.” Beck settled into a powerful juggernaut of a rhythm. Deep. Banging. Unrelenting.
Beck’s feral tone blended with Seth’s growled praise, spilling over her like sandpaper and silk.
“Hmm. You’re squeezing my cock,” Beck huffed as he drilled her again. “Clamping down on me like you don’t want to let me go.”
“I don’t,” she cried out with a beseeching stare.
“He’s fucking you so good. Isn’t he, angel?” Seth taunted. “I know you like that.”
“Yes,” she groaned as Beck dragged his wide crest over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her. “I feel him everywhere. Stretching me. Filling me.”
“I’m claiming you, little girl,” Beck roared. “And I’m taking what’s mine.”
Jaw clenched, his thrusts turned faster, rougher, more demanding.
Seth’s fingers on her nipples were unrelenting—rolling, pinching, plucking—his breath hot on her neck as he watched Beck pound into her.
“She’s aching to please you, man,” Seth murmured. “She’s giving you everything. Heart. Mind. Body. And she’s surrendering all her sweet, sweet power.”
As if his words flipped some internal switch inside Beck, his rhythm turned punishing. Teeth bared, he strained, grunting with every surge inside her, hips bunching, back arching, as if being inside her wasn’t just pleasure, but biological imperative. He growled her name over and over.
And he kept proving how completely he owned her body and commanded her pleasure.
The fiery friction sent her reeling. Her head spun. Her breaths caught. Her orgasm tightened and coiled between her legs, building and swelling to something far beyond her control. She keened out, sharp cries that left her throat raw. And still, she didn’t stop.