Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
His body lit itself on fire. “Chloe.” Balls strained with pressure, he couldn’t help but buck his hips faster. Accept more of the heaven she was offering. “I’m warning you.”
“What are you going to do? Pound me harder?” she asked, her breathing shallow, reedy. “Good.” Slowly, she snuck her middle finger into the split of his ass, pressing the tip inside of him. And then she locked up her pussy muscles while his body, mind, and soul had a full-scale meltdown. Code red. Sig didn’t even have a name for what he was feeling. It was a kind of out-of-control bliss below his waist, and a loss of coherence everywhere else.
The bedsprings were protesting beneath them.
At some point he’d hooked his arms beneath Chloe’s knees and bent her in half so he could plow into her from above and shit, shit, shit, she had her finger in his asshole now, all the way to the knuckle, massaging in places he didn’t know needed massaging, and he was panting like a dog, sweat making the half-buttoned dress shirt cling to his back . . . and he was losing control of himself. Completely. She was causing him to desert it when he was supposed to be focused on making her come. Toning down his roughness was easier said than done, though, when she was whimpering for it, her eyes searching the ceiling for God.
“How close are you, baby?” Whose voice was that? He sounded like the big, bad wolf. “We keep this pace . . . and you keep that up . . . I’m going to come soon.”
“I’m close.”
“How close. How close.”
“I don’t know.” That finger sunk deeper. “I just know I love your cock and I want it inside me forever. I love it, I love it, I love it—”
“Chloe. Please.”
“I love that you treat me like a princess everywhere but in bed.” She licked at his jawline, her blond hair in a tangled cloud around her head. “Here, you treat me like a—”
“Don’t say it,” he warned raggedly, his dick throbbing with a final warning shot.
“Say what?” she purred, her hips working up, up, up to meet his downward drives.
“Anything. Whatever you’re going to say. I’m begging you.”
She didn’t have to say it. Something about the mischievous curl of her upper lip completed the sentence and Sig shouted a vile curse at the slapping headboard, forced to pull out or he was going to finish before her.
“No!” she screamed, as if this wasn’t her fault.
“I’ve got you,” he growled, levering up long enough to tear off his shirt, buttons flying every which way, then dropping down on his bare torso, tongue skating up her inner left thigh. “Keep your fucking legs spread.”
She sucked in an eager breath at his first lap of her pussy, her belly hollowing, shuddering, fingers clutching the sheets. “Sig.”
“Don’t worry, you’re close, beautiful,” he praised, rubbing his mouth in her flesh. “It’s dripping down your ass cheeks.”
“Please.”
“I wanted to be in extra deep when you came, but you had to be a bad girl, didn’t you?” He pressed two fingers inside of her, rotating until he found that rough spot and rubbed, fast and firm. “You won’t catch me complaining about getting to lick this pussy twice.” He waited until she was squirming and crying out his name before he fastened his mouth gently over her clit and dragging loose lips side to side over the swollen pearl, then sucked with increasing pressure, pride blooming in his chest as her thighs started to shake uncontrollably, her screams of release bouncing off the walls, the insides of his skull, the chambers of his booming heart.
As soon as she was through the height of the orgasm, Sig was pinning down her heaving body and slamming his cock back inside of her to the hilt, driving into her like there was no tomorrow, no sun coming up, no reason to live but the woman beneath him—and at least one of those things were true. In that moment, there was nothing but Chloe and the beating boulder inside of his chest that existed only for her. And his body lost control in the same way he’d lost control over how much he loved her long ago.
He choked out her name and succumbed to the lust, feeding it into her with disorderly punches of his hips, the only one who could ever inspire it to the point of pain. The love of his life. His Chloe.
“My Chloe. You’ll always be mine. Always.”
“Yes. I know. I know.”
“We’ll get through this,” he said, mouth open and panting against the side of her neck, body still thrusting inside of her, their bodies sealed together by sweat, her thighs boneless and dropped open on the bed, but her arms wrapped around him like he was a port in a storm.