Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
When he moaned quietly into my mouth, I knew he could feel it.
I wasn’t even ashamed this time. I didn’t care anymore. The past week was a pointless attempt to cut him out of my life, and since I couldn’t remove him from my thoughts, the whole exercise was worthless.
“So wet, baby.” He didn’t stop his kiss, speaking right against my mouth.
I dragged my fingers down his back, my nails slicing into his skin. My thighs squeezed his torso, and I ground against him, excited to feel him stretch me in a way no other man ever had. The second I felt his warmth surround me, I stopped thinking about all the difficulties in my life. I didn’t think about how bad this was, how terrible Bones was. I just fell into him, not thinking, only feeling. “Now, let me get you wet.”
He stopped kissing me for an instant, his groan moving directly into my throat.
I pulled his boxers down so his cock and balls could be free.
He kicked them away before my thong was yanked from my body. He separated my thighs with his hips and sank me back into the mattress again. This time, he didn’t kiss me. He stared into my eyes as his crown found my entrance and slid inside.
My palms pressed against his chest, and I took in a bracing breath as his cock moved deeper and deeper. Every inch was a stretch, and I felt like he was breaking me in all over again. A week without him had caused my body to tighten back up. It hurt a little more than usual, but that pain felt so good. I was out of breath and weak, so consumed with this man who was burying himself inside me.
My lips ached to say his name, to connect with him on a whole new level. I wanted him to know how good he felt, how much I let him have me. I’d never said a lover’s name in bed, but I wanted to say his.
But I refused to say “Bones.”
The name was evil, tainted.
“Tell me your real name.” My hand slid up his corded neck and into the back of his short hair. His blond strands were soft, and they were the only soft part of his body—other than his lips.
He paused as his entire length was plunged deep inside me, my juices surrounding him and soaking him all the way through. His blue eyes burned into mine, not with hostility or anger, but with a slight hint of confusion. “Why?”
“Because I want to say your name as you fuck me.” Again, the shame had been stripped away. I didn’t care how wrong this was anymore. I decided to own my mistakes and be real with myself. No more lying. This was the only man I wanted in between my legs. No other man could do it the way he could. I craned my neck up and kissed him as I brought him closer to me. My ankles locked together at his back, and I rolled my hips, moving his fat dick inside me.
His breathing picked up slightly.
“Tell me.” I fisted his short hair as I spoke into his mouth. His cock was so full inside me, stretching me until my entire body ached. He could hurt me so good. I loved it when he hurt me like this, made my body scream as it tried to accommodate him.
He held his massive body on his arms with ease, and he breathed into my mouth while his cock twitched inside me. His cock became gently reacquainted with my pussy, with the tightness and wetness. “Only in bed.”
My heart started to race when I realized I was getting what I wanted. He’d refused to share this information with me for the past three months. It was just a name, so I didn’t understand why he made a fuss about it, but to him, being referred to as Bones was important. But I would never say that name when we were like this, when we were lost in each other in bed. “Alright.” My nails gently dragged down his back as I waited to hear the name he’d carried since birth, the name he’d turned his back on once he became a man.
He kissed me softly as he started to rock inside me again, to push his big cock deep before he pulled it out again. In and out he went, pushing through my wet slit with a quiet groan. “Griffin.”
My ankles immediately pressed into his lower back, and my nails dug a little deeper. I stopped kissing him because all I could do was breathe. My eyes closed, and I treasured the sound of the name, turned on by the sound of his confession. He’d confided something so personal to me, and now I had a piece of him.