Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
"Fuck," I whimper. "I don't know if I can. It’s too big..."
"Look at me, Delia."
My eyes have been fluttering, but I force myself to focus on him and the dark, stormy gray of his eyes. A connection between us locks into place, energies merging, and a feeling of safety washes over me. I know he won't hurt me. I know he'll make it good. "Dean."
"Look at me," he growls. "Don't turn away. Not until I'm all the way in."
"I'm sorry," I whisper, meeting his gaze. "It's just…you're so big and I'm not..."
"I'm not going to hurt you. All I'm going to do is make you come."
I nod, trying to take slow, deep breaths. "Okay. Okay, I'm ready."
He eases into me, and my mouth opens but nothing comes out. There's pain, but it's dull and mixed with an intense pleasure that has my entire body tingling.
"Good girl," Dean growls. "Oh, princess. You feel so good. You're so fucking tight. I can't believe how good you feel."
I'm panting, and the pressure is building. It feels so good, but there's also that burning, stretching sensation. To my surprise, my body resists him for only a second, my inner walls stretching to accommodate his girth little by little. Maybe I really can take him.
"Fuck, you're tight." He's stretching me. It's hot, and it hurts but in the best way.
"God," I gasp and clench around him.
Dean lets out a groan and pushes in deeper. "Fuck, you're a perfect little fit."
My body trembles, and he thrusts again. I can't stop it anymore. A sharp cry of pleasure leaves my lips, and wetness seeps from me. My legs are trembling, the muscles in my core tightening, and every inch of my skin is on fire for this man. He slides his hands underneath me, gripping each of my ass cheeks and pulling me forward and onto his cock even more.
"Wrap your legs around me."
I'm more than happy to obey.
When Dean thrusts in again, the change in angle almost undoes me right here and now. The blunt head of his cock is pressing against a bundle of nerves deep in my channel, sending earth-shattering waves of pleasure through me. He starts to pick up the pace, fucking into me in long, deep strokes.
"Dean," I moan, arching my back and digging my fingers into his shoulders.
"Does it feel good, baby?" For the first time, there's a tightness to his words. I'm affecting him just as much as he is affecting me.
"Y-yes," I stutter, moaning and writhing beneath him. "So good."
And it's God's honest truth. Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt as good as this. I've never been so connected to anyone, and this grumpy, gorgeous man is shaking the foundations of my world with every stroke of his cock into my body.
I know I'm going to come, harder than I've ever thought possible. What I don't know is if my mind will even be intact once it's done...because it already feels like the pleasure is making me lose it.
"I'm not gonna last much longer, Delia," he confesses, and this single moment of vulnerability has my inner walls fluttering around him. "But from what I'm feeling, you're not either."
I can't answer. The words get stuck in my throat, and I can feel my toes curling and the wave of an orgasm coming closer.
"Let go, baby," Dean whispers, kissing the corner of my lips. "Come for Daddy. Let me feel your pretty little pussy come."
It's an order. There's no hesitation in his voice, and that's what sends me over the edge. I cry out, a sharp, broken sound that's a mix of a moan and his name. Then, it's just bliss and the heat of his come filling me.
Dean collapses on top of me, breathing heavily, holding only some of his weight on his elbows. I don't care about the crushing, though. I love it—the feeling of his hot, hard body against mine.
Seconds pass as the aftershocks of my orgasm fire off inside me. It's quiet, and all I can hear is our heavy breaths and the rapid beating of my heart. It's pounding so hard, I can feel it everywhere.
"Delia," he says, breaking the silence.
"Hmm?" I’m still unable to speak.
He shifts his weight but doesn't pull out of me. Instead, he looks down at me and smiles. "You're so fucking beautiful." He traces my lips with his thumb. "So beautiful, and all mine."
His words hit a raw, exposed part of me, and tears sting the back of my eyes. I look away, embarrassed that I'm getting emotional.
"Hey." He cups my chin, turning my face to him. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I sniffle and then laugh. "God, this is so embarrassing."
"Princess, why are you crying?"
"I don't know." I hiccup. "I just...nobody has ever talked to me the way you do or made me feel the way you do. Nobody has ever treated me the way you do, and I don't know what any of it means."