Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
The one thing that can ease this pleasant ache.
The one thing to scratch this six-foot-seven itch between my legs.
A strange, almost animal cry fills my whole apartment, and I feel my body stiffen under his grip as he grunts in triumph. Savoring something I never thought possible from myself.
The sound is my own voice, disbelieving at first, then ecstatic. And finally, sobbing.
Sobbing with a lifetime of hurt and pain that this man has drawn from me in the best possible way.
Healing a huge part of me as I feel wave after wave of my climax wash over me.
The sobbing turns to moaning, and, finally, a crescendo of an extended climax. This time filled only with the newest and safest feeling.
The best feeling.
Steve Carter. The man himself.
I shiver and shake with aftershocks, delighting him with more of what I know he’s already decided is his. He’s hooked, and so am I.
We both belong to each other now somehow, and not just for tonight or the next half hour.
But somehow, he’s staked his claim, and it’s eternal.
With a shivering breath, I finally collapse, my legs falling from his huge body like doll parts as he moves up over me. Pressing his mouth over mine so I can taste myself mixed with him.
Smell my own essence mixed with his.
He’s semi-dressed, with his shirt off, and I can feel his body's stiff peaks and valleys long before I open my dreamy eyes again, almost afraid to in case I wake up from this dream.
With no effort, he gently yanks me closer to him, pulling me by the legs but making sure to keep them open.
His huge hand strokes my cheek, and I focus on his jet-black eyes, shining with so many emotions.
“You were saying?” he asks me casually, cocking a brow and making me gasp when I feel the heat of his naked arousal pressing into my thigh.
A thick film of his own heat letting me know he’s more than ready to continue after just storming the beaches.
I watch my tiny fingers trace through his hair, tiny compared to his face, and I try to hold his intense gaze. But I look past him.
Nows as good a time as any….
“I’ve never been with anyone before, Steve,” I croak, trying hard to swallow. Still unable to look him in the eye.
He sighs like he’s just heard the best news of his life. But I need to tell him everything.
I have to.
“And some guy handed back your wallet,” I confess, forcing myself to be frank enough to tell him the truth to his face.
His relieved look shifts to confusion, and he knits his brow.
“My wallet?” he asks, “I thought it was….”
“It was,” I interrupt, suddenly feeling both my hands flat on his chest, hoping this isn’t going to be the one thing that ruins everything between us.
“I didn’t give it to you right away b-because…,” I stammer, but his smile tells me I’m in no trouble.
“Because you wanted me all to yourself, even just for a while?” he observes, nailing my motives like a seasoned detective.
“You’re not mad?” I ask, looking up at him, feeling the thrill of our future returning to me.
“I already told you, Holly. When I’m with you, I couldn’t care less who I’m supposed to be. But thanks for telling me,” he rasps, kissing me again.
Making all my worry and guilt seem so silly.
His kiss is deeper, more intense, and somehow more meaningful than ever.
Even more intense than our first not so long ago.
The first kiss as two souls sharing more than just pleasure.
Two souls who will never hold anything back from the other ever again.
Even though we’ve only just met, it’s like coming home after a thousand years.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Steve
I’ve always gotten what I wanted as much as I can remember, but finding someone like Holly who had a little game plan of her own?
Well, that makes me feel something I haven’t felt before.
At least, I’m pretty sure I haven’t.
My need to claim her, be inside her, and fill her with my seed is stronger than ever.
But once she tells me everything, I know she’s already mine.
My present under the tree.
I’ve done more than just shake the box and had more than a peek inside the wrapper, but I still know deep down that the best surprises are yet to come, and all of them are with Holly.
I look down over her still-shivering body as it twitches and jerks in the best possible way after such a climax.
Her smooth, milky-white skin and huge breasts ripple, begging to be touched all over again.
She looks relieved but concerned still, and then it registers.
The ten-inch man cannon resting against the inside of her leg looks like it might go off any second, and maybe the next thing I’ll demand from her is total compliance as I fill her until she squeals.