Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
“I’m ready,” I whisper. “I want your cock.”
But he just grins at me with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Oh, I bet you do, Miss Star. But I’ve got more in store for you than just mere cock.”
He sucks on my breast again, squeezing them with just enough force to drive me wild. Then he takes his kisses down my stomach. I hold my breath and begin to writhe, urging him on. To make his mouth reach his final destination between my legs in haste. But he chastises me by pinching a nipple hard enough to make me squeal.
“Patience, bright one. I’ll get there when I’m good and ready.”
I bite my lip as his mouth reaches the triangle of soft hair between my legs. But I let out a loud moan when he backs up and using firm hands on the inside of my knees, opens up my legs, fully exposing my glistening pussy.
Our eyes meet, mine barely open, I’m so turned on. And he grins, licking his lips, before lowering his head down. His fingers move up my inner thighs, parting the lips of my pussy, and the first stroke of his tongue sends me into a fit of frenzied wriggling.
Then his whole mouth is on me, sucking and licking me. Hitting that sweet spot over and over again until I’m on the verge of climax.
That’s when he pulls back, sitting upright with his legs parted and his long, thick cock sticking straight up between them.
I whimper, “No! Don’t stop.”
But he just smiles in response as he strokes himself. “Watch me,” he says. His voice a low growl. “Watch me jerk off, Star. I want you to look at it.”
I do, without hesitation. His big hand wrapped around his solid dick. He makes a full stroke. His hand coming up and over the tip each time and then going all the way back down to the base.
Then he grabs my hand and places it over his. My small, teeny, tiny hand over his makes him moan and begin to thrust his hips. Getting in to the motion.
“Don’t come,” I say. It comes out like a beg. “I want you to be inside me when you do that.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” he chuckles. “I’m not even close to coming. I like a long tease, my little brilliant bit of light. I want you to fuck me with your hand until I can’t stand it anymore.”
He removes his hand, leaving mine in place. I grip him hard, making him moan as he throws his head back. I pump him faster. Grip him tighter. And the wetness between my legs becomes a pool of longing.
“Yes,” he saying. Moving his hips with the rhythm of my hand. “Yes. Jerk me, Star. Get me good and ready so I can explode inside you—”
That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I want him and I want him now!
Holding tight to his cock, I lift my hips up and press the tip against my wet pussy. “Now,” I say. “And don’t tell me no. I want it now.”
He gives in, thrusting inside me, making my back buckle from the force and pressure. It’s painful at first, but in a blissful way. And it fades quickly, far too quick for my preferences.
Then we are fucking. Real, feral fucking. His hips are pounding into mine, his cock pushing deep, deep inside me. Sliding against the walls of my pussy with the perfect amount of friction.
I grab his hair, pulling his face down to me, and when he kisses me, that’s it—I’m so completely fulfilled, I let the release come without a single bit of hesitation.
He groans, biting my lip, and then I feel his climax too. His hot seed spilling inside me as we writhe on the bed like animals.
My eyes are closed, but a light shines its way past my lids, making me open them as the pleasure continues to course through my body.
I gasp, looking up at the ceiling. “Oh, my god! What is that?”
Aric turns, looking up as well, and then he laughs at the glowing symbols covering the stone walls of the room. That’s when the music starts. The melody that’s been a nagging earworm since I was a child.
Only it’s no longer a melody, it’s an orchestra of harmony. Like the notes I was hearing was just a fragment of what could be.
And what could be is… Aric and me.
The next thing I know, the glowing symbols are gone and the light in the room changes.
“What the fuck?”
Aric and I both gasp as the voice, because it’s Declan. And he’s across the room, in front of the beaded curtain of the bathroom, staring at us in the bed. All hot, and sweaty, and satiated from the sex.
18 - QUAID
I’m still staring at the empty bathroom when Declan turns and says, “What the fuck?”