Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Please don’t stop,” I pant as he leans back on his knees. I’m honestly not above begging at this point, and I’m pretty sure I might cry if I don’t get all of him.
“I’m not stopping.” He lifts my knees and yanks my shorts off, tossing them over his shoulder. “Lose the top.”
Sitting up, I strip off my tank top while he gets off the bed.
“How?” I whisper when I see him go to my suitcase and take out the box of condoms I tucked under my clothes.
“Haven’t you realized, Elora, that I’m obsessed with you?” He opens the box, tossing a few condoms onto the bed. “There is nothing you do that I don’t notice.”
Coming back to the bed, he takes off his shorts, and I swallow. I’ve seen a lot of him, but never all of him. And all his powerful muscles, smooth, tattooed skin, and rock-hard cock that is thick and long are a lot to take in. Wrapping one hand around my ankle yet again, he yanks, my back hitting the bed as he crawls up between my legs.
I never knew how much I longed to feel his skin against mine until this moment. Feeling the rough texture of the hair on his legs against my smooth skin as his tattooed hands roam up my body to grasp both my breasts, I now know I wanted it desperately. Sitting back on his knees, he lets his eyes wander over me with unbiased admiration.
“Do you know how perfect you are?” His gaze meets mine while his hands smooth down my stomach to the tops of my thighs. “How many times I’ve gotten myself off while thinking about you spread out in front of me like this.” His hands slide to the backs of my legs, and he tugs me up his lap, exposing even more of me. “Don’t move.”
With my breath caught in the back of my throat and every single one of my nerve endings feeling exposed, I watch him grab a condom and open it, then slide it down his length. Once it’s on, he moves his hands to my inner thighs and up, using his fingers to spread me open.
“Such a pretty pink.”
“Oh God.” My head presses back into the pillow when his fingers slide inside me.
“So wet.” He slips them out and starts to circle my clit. “What was your plan with the condoms?” he asks quietly, and my cheeks warm.
“I didn’t have one.” I lift my hips to get more of his touch.
“Greedy.”
I am. I never knew I could want anyone so much, but here we are.
Letting his hands slide away, he leans forward over me until he’s my whole world. His hand works between us, and my entire focus becomes him and his cock as he starts to enter me slowly.
“So tight. I knew you’d be tight, but I had no fucking idea,” he hisses, bottoming out, but I can still feel there’s more of him left. “This isn’t going to work,” he groans, and I start to panic, thinking that he’s going to pull away, but I let out a gasp when he rolls us until I’m straddling his lap. “Much better.” He grabs my ass with one hand and the back of my neck with the other, pulling my mouth down to his for a deep kiss before releasing his hold.
Filled with him, I sit up, pressing my hands against his chest and looking into his eyes. I rise and fall slowly, memorizing the look on his face and the feel of his hands roaming anywhere he can touch. When my inner walls tighten around him as my orgasm builds, he grabs my ass, urging me to go faster and forcing me down on his cock hard. It sends my head spinning. I try to hold out, try to keep from coming, but I can’t stop it any more than I can stop the sun from rising each day.
As I begin to fall over the edge, he rolls us again, taking over, thrusting into me brutally, the pinch of pain only intensifying my orgasm and stretching it out. Clinging to him with every inch of me, I feel his movements become jerky as his strokes slow, then I listen as he loses himself inside me while his heart pounds so hard I feel it against my chest.
The urge to cry hits me like a freight train, and I know it’s stupid, but I’ve never felt more connected to anyone in my life. I know that I will never recover from whatever this is. Kissing the skin at the crook of my neck, he pulls back enough to look at me.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, sounding panicked while his eyes wander over my face, and his fingers slide across my cheek that I realize is wet.