Page 68 of Stitched Up in You
BERNADETTE CRENSHAW
Frank Stein fucks like a god.
He’s impossibly huge inside me and touching places not even my largest of toys could ever reach, and the piercing on his cockhead rakes across my g-spot with every stroke, sending me reeling.
The world dims around the edges, my whole body on fire with pleasure as euphoria spreads through my limbs.
“Oh god, yes,” I cry out, or try to, the words coming out unintelligible as my body is pummeled, my gaze screwed shut against the onslaught.
Broken moans pour from my lips as my boobs shake with my heavy breathing, my body shuddering with sensation. It sizzles through every part of me as he fucks me through my orgasm.
“Unnh,” I gasp, when my gaze lands on the twisted snarl of his face, noticing his eyes glowing a deep sunset orange.
I don’t care what he is as long as he doesn’t stop. The thought comes and goes on his next thrust as he forces my toes to curl, my back bowing as I come again, his thighs hot and hard beneath me.
I grab for his hands holding me captive at my waist, as I stare into his gaze. I latch onto his wrists like they’re a lifeline to keep me grounded, feeling as if I don’t, I may fly away.
Garbled protests break from my lips when he suddenly stops and removes his body from mine as a deep growl rumbles from his chest.
I don’t have time to question what he’s doing, my brain foggy with lust as I’m laid across the smooth sheets.
I glance up at him as he gets to his feet at the edge of the bed, reaching for my thighs before pulling me to where he stands.
He flips me onto my stomach easily, and my face presses against the silk sheets as his hands bite into my hips again, just before ramming himself home.
I grip the sheets, a scream climbing my throat as he pulls out a little then drives back in, shunting me forward. His strokes are sure, hard, and possessive as pleasure racks my being with every plunge, and that’s when I feel it.
My mouth drops into a wide O as my brain empties of all thought.
The piercing on his dickhead that’s been driving me crazy since we began attacking each other with our bodies begins to vibrate deep inside me.
He has a vibrating dick.
Unable to think and lost to sensation, a shattered cry leaves me as his cock brings goosebumps spreading across my entire body.
I begin to gasp with every measured thrust, impossible to do anything else but hang on as he wrecks my body for every man after him.
Chapter 26
BERNADETTE CRENSHAW
My brow wrinkles as I come awake, my mind thick and sluggish before clarity dawns, and I realize that I’m not in my bed.
I’m in Frank’s.
Heart skipping as it picks up speed, I peek my gaze open to find Frank’s room completely dark while images of everything that transpired in this bed earlier race through my brain.
I remember being exhausted, my body limp and depleted, and fighting sleep all while Frank pestered me to drink a glass of water, forcing me to drink theentireglass before letting me collapse onto his pillows.
It takes me a moment to get my bearings. I turn my head to find his gaze closed; his expression softened in sleep.
Shit.
What time is it?
I yawn, my mouth stretching wide before relaxing, drowsiness threatening to pull me under, and I glance around, my gaze snagging on the massive arm lying across my stomach as feelings of warmth and security wash over me. The warmcocoon I’m in makes it hard to stay awake as I am swaddled in between Frank’s embrace and soft blankets.
What the hell am I doing?
