Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Elias’s fingertips glide over my now smooth, supple lips on a happy purr, “Better.”
I force myself to choke down the saliva and moan that have simultaneously pooled in my throat.
“Time to rinse you off, little doll.”
A trillion butterflies soar in my stomach as he replaces the shaver in his hand with a shower head. Angling the nozzle, he gingerly sprays the newly hypersensitive area, and the sweet intensity pulls me under an intense wave of euphoria.
Like the first high from some sort of drug.
Like a really potent dose.
I’m giddy.
Giggly.
Greedy.
I hide a small whimper with the palm of my hand as the water carnally teases my clit. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Feet on the ledge, little doll,” Elias’s tone is low, dominating, and unbothered by the surge of delectable emotions coursing through me.
My body continues to react.
Incessantly.
The soles of my feet clamber for the seat while my toes curl into tight balls. My thighs crush against my painfully hard nipples, and I can’t stop my calves from pushing in and out like a sexual accordion. I twist and turn and damn near slip until I’m in some sort of froggy position, toppling headfirst over a cliff of miniature orgasms.
Moaning in eagerness and desperation alike, I feed more of my soaking wet pussy into his line of sight.
I’m so exposed.
So deliciously broken and exposed.
Fingers grasping into my thighs, I silently beg for more of Elias’s attention to land between my legs. His mouth to suck. Tongue to lick. Fingers to fuck. Any form of sensual connection will do.
Sounds of water crashing over my raw nerves reverberate around the luxurious shower simultaneously making me feel defenseless and cherished.
Misty smoke floats about, kissing the edge of his sharp jaw as he leans so close that his nose nudges my clit. There’s no stopping myself from getting wetter at the light touch or biting my bottom lip to prevent whimpering when his thick muscles relax from breathing me in.
Around his divine inhaling, Elias manages to murmur his grievance, “So much hair.”
Nuzzling me is abandoned for picking up the razor and returning to the task of removing the tiny hairs along the lowest part of my slit. I’m led back towards heaven by his delicate prodding and the spigot ceaselessly rinsing over the sexually tense territory.
Before too much time has passed, he’s tracing the shape of my bare cunt with his talented fingertips. “Mmm. Perfection.” Framing my lower lips with his hands, the man with too much power over me plants a hard, possessive kiss in the center of my soaking wet pussy. “Mine.”
Yours, I thoughtlessly echo back in my mind as I twine my fingers into Elias’s hair.
Bright red flares go off, warning me that if I don’t stop, I may become a junkie for these sensations or worse, let myself get trapped in this fucked up fairy tale fantasy I know I should be escaping.
“Tongue today,” Elias announces on a single lick, effortlessly ending the war of my body and mind. “Cock tomorrow.”
I quickly emphasize the concession I’ve been brought with a soft tugging of his thick strands. Elias promptly retaliates by carelessly dropping the tool and clamping his hands onto my hips, digging in hard enough to bruise.
To mark me.
His.
I bow from the pain along with the excitement of ownership just as his mouth latches into my pussy, tongue savoring the darkest depths of me.
I’ve been eaten out before.
But not like this.
His tongue – which is somehow both a poison and the antidote – slips out to line the length of my slit. It rapaciously licks every inch in its path, lapping up the leaking juices. Through hooded eyes, I watch the delightfully deft muscle disappear in and out of my swirling sopping, heat, marking the walls, carving his name on them, and rewriting the reasons why I can’t stay with the reasons I should. The tiny bristles on his chin, tickling back and forth, scraping and adding so much friction to the fire building inside of me that I’m suddenly just seconds away from being thrown over an orgasmic cliff.
“I’m about to come…” I mindlessly confess in a heavy, ragged breath.
God, just because you showed him Wolverine pussy doesn’t mean you have to sound like him too, Zel.
The declaration has Elias roughly plunging two stiff digits into the wet waves and curling them in ways that have me unable to shut my mouth. He ferociously works his insatiable tongue and eager fingers to the point I can’t stop twisting my hips around in a pleased agony. When his teeth lightly scape the edge of my clit at the same time his fingers tweak my g-spot, I embrace the wild side I usually deny, thrust my hands into my own long, wavy hair, and pull hard. “I’m coming!”
This is it.
This is why I caved.
I’m independent.
Smart.
Driven.
I just… I just need tonight.