Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
When he raised himself above me and urged my shirt up, I willingly shrugged out of it, wanting to be against him skin to skin. His hard, warm chest against my nipples was heaven, his kisses drugging. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him close. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against me, and I rubbed against it until I found the perfect angle. My clit pulsed, and I cried out into his mouth.
“Fuck, yeah.” His growl was like another hand to stroke me with. I loved his voice in that particular tone. “You like that, don’t you? Can feel the heat of your pussy against my fuckin’ cock. Hot little thing…” His words were spoken between kisses against my mouth. He found a nipple with his fingers and pinched. The pleasure combined with the sharp pain was unexpected and overwhelming. An orgasm rushed through me so hard and sudden all I could do was suck in a breath before my body seized. My muscles locked, and I was helpless to do anything other than let the pleasure overtake me. I couldn’t even cry out! Couldn’t let him know how good it felt. How he made me feel…
“My God,” he whispered as he left my mouth to find my neck and suck. “You came, didn’t you? I can feel your clit pulsing on my dick. Such a responsive little thing.” He nipped and sucked my neck. I was sure he left his mark there. Like a brand. “Before we leave this bed, Chloe, you’re gonna give me your orgasms. I won’t be satisfied until you’ve passed out in my arms.” He sucked again, making another point on my neck sting, which triggered little shivers through my body that were just shy of an orgasm. “This won’t be a short romp, baby. It will take a very long time. I’m gonna know your body inside and out. What you like. What you love. And what makes you lose your fuckin’ mind. Then I’m gonna take those last things and drive you mad with them. Before we leave this bed, you’re gonna know you belong to me.”
God help me, I believed him. Isaac -- Deadeye -- had my number. He was going to use my body’s responses against me in the most pleasurable way. And I was going to let him.
Sweat erupted over my skin at his words and wicked love bites. My body trembled at his touch. I was wound so tight it was uncomfortable, and I knew I needed more than that one powerful orgasm to ease it. I also had a feeling I wasn’t getting relief any time soon. If he could give me an orgasm like that, more powerful than anything I’d known by my own hand, and I still needed more, there was no way I was going to keep my sanity. I was fully at his mercy. It was enough that I should have been sent into a panic. He could easily control me with my own sexuality. Manipulate me like my mother manipulated the people in her life. The control Isaac could wield over me was tremendous. Yet, I wasn’t fighting back. I was willingly giving him this power over me. And I was fully embracing it.
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Deadeye
The moment Chloe surrendered, I took full control. At least, I thought I did. The reality was, I knew she had just as much control over me as I did over her. Part of me embraced it. A relationship was nothing if not give and take. I was essentially taking over her life. Her future. It was only fair I give her the same.
Her body was a fucking paradise. Everywhere I touched her seemed to trigger sexual endorphins or something inside her. The more I explored, the more she whimpered and moved, trying to get friction where she needed it most. She thrust her chest at me when I kissed my way down her neck and chest to latch onto a nipple. The harder I sucked, the more she moaned. Her fingers tunneled in my hair and gripped tightly. Sweat slickened her skin as her cries increased. I knew when I finally made it to her pussy she’d be drenched and ready for anything I wanted to do to her.
“Isaac!” Her strangled cry was the sweetest music, her breathing ragged and labored. She looked up at me, a crazed look of wonder on her face. “What are you doing to me?”
“Eating you alive, baby.” I gave her a wicked grin. “Eating you a-fucking-live.” I bit down on her nipple, tugging slowly, watching her face as the pleasure morphed into just the tiniest bit of pain.
Her eyes widened a fraction, and her lips formed an “O” of surprise. The second I saw I’d pushed her into the realm of more pain than pleasure, I released the little nub. She screamed my name, and her body shuddered beneath me once again. God! Her body was a playground of sensation. I felt like a kid at a birthday party, unsure which present to open first. Everywhere I kissed, licked, or nipped seemed to set her off.