THE CONTROL: An Arranged Marriage Romance by Elena Monroe (best big ereader txt) 📗

Bowen took my desire and made it a reality when his fingers dug into my hips and drove into me like a freight train, wrecking me the way he promised.

The second orgasm came as a surprise when it waved through my body, fanning the heat between my legs and boiling in the bottom of my belly. My eyes closed and I bit my lip around the moan.

“This is far from over, baby.” Pushing my hips, he flipped me over and lifted himself against me. Kneeling into the couch, I felt my ass land against the back with my shoulder blades pushed against the cold wall.

Reaching into the paint palette laying on the pillow, I dipped my fingers into the vibrant blue that matched my eyes and drew a heart over where his was. He painted me so I painted him.

Bowen looked down like he was shocked to see his heart outside his body, the organ he hid from the world too well. Swiping his fingers through the light blue, mixing it with the vibrant blue, he lifted his fingers to my body and drew hearts around my nipples in a slow erotic way that made me tingle.

The tight buds seemed to pinch even more at his touch while I stayed still enough to soak up every touch lingering on my skin.

Plunging back into me, I felt my legs close around him tighter at the sensitivity of coming twice already before he was even halfway done with me, halfway there to his own bliss. Bowen was a master of control. He could expertly navigate every inch of me and not come until he let himself.

Pressing me into the wall with every inch, I wrapped my arms around his neck tighter and buried my face in his neck. “Oh my god, Bowey. I-” The words got lost before I could even form them when his lips caught mine.

His soft tongue tangled with mine, and I felt the drunkenness of being with him overwhelming me. His mouth only pulled away from mine to whisper between us, “I want to know what happens after four, baby.”

That was my hard limit, four orgasms.

The control Bowey had was unreal but once I hit four orgasms, I always bit his shoulder in a plea to come otherwise I would be a ragdoll. Now he wanted to see first-hand how much he could make me match him; how wrecked mine could match his.

My fingernails dug into his biceps, making him wince when his lips brushed mine. “I can take it, Evey. Always could, always will.” I came right against him, our mouths nearly touching and my legs shaking around him. “That’s it, beautiful.” His words hummed against my orgasm like he was flirting with me mid ecstasy.

“I want you to come undone, Bowey,” I whispered back as my hands pushed against his abs, carefully pushing him back. His hand squeezed mine like he could read my mind and guided my hips to stand up even though my legs felt like jelly while he fell to his ass on the couch.

That was his weakness, me asking him to come in a pleasure-soaked voice and fuck me eyes even though I’ve come four times already.

Before I could straddle his lap, his hands yanked my hips forward in a hungry motion making me lose my balance and my hands landed against the wall to stop me from colliding into him. Falling into the wall, I felt my nipples touch the cold surface just as his lips grazed the inside of my thigh.

My head fell back and my hands tried to sink into the wall the way his mouth sunk between my thighs and captured my clit whole between his lips.

Sucking my clit against his tongue, I felt my hips shake and his hands dig into my ass keeping me close to his mouth. I was coming undone when I begged him to break for me. That’s how Bowen worked though; he would break once you did, not before.

My hands slipped from the wall, grasping the back of the couch when I felt his tongue flick at my wetness, knowing I was on the edge of coming again. His grip on me softened when he whispered, “That’s not how I want you to come, Evey.”

Lowering me slowly, my thighs automatically positioned themselves on either side of him, his fingers laced with mine, watching me adjust to him and slide down every inch until I was skin to skin with him. Swaying my hips forward, hands laced, I bit down on my lip to keep the overwhelming moans from raining down on him. “Please, Bowey, I want it again.” I begged and pleaded on top of him, knowing he wouldn’t refuse.

I watched his face melt into a silent groan when his hands gripped mine tighter and his abs tensed, all of him tensed in a way that made me want to smile but I was busy trying to keep from coming. It was impossible with Bowey penetrating my soul straight to my heart.

“Fuck, Evey.” He was out of breath, and I was soaking up every second when my head fell backwards, and my own orgasm had me teetering on the edge of him coming inside me. Falling into me, his mouth laid kisses all over my chest and collarbones. “It’s not human the sounds that come out of you after four…”

Laughing at how many times he was able to make me come, I saw us both covered in dried paint with hearts and lines drawn over our sensitive parts like a road map to how to love each other even though it was embedded in our soul.

AMHERST SINNERS SERIES (college series):

❝When I hurt, I hurt everyone else. I'm a wrecking ball in a room full of hearts.❞ -