Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Yes I do. Don’t treat me like I’m breakable.”
“You are fucking precious.”
“But not breakable. Fuck me like you want me.”
“I do fucking want you.”
“Then show me.”
I crash my lips down on hers, punishing, taking everything she’s willing to give. She’s fucking hungry, her mouth opening and taking my tongue, sucking, lapping, swirling. It’s messy, rough, desperate, and everything I’d been dreaming and jacking off too in my head. Lifting her, she wraps her legs around my waist, writhing her hot pussy over my stomach, seeking my cock. “Fuck me, Gabe. I’ve been starving without you.”
I take the stairs two at a time, never breaking the urgent dueling of our tongues. She slips her jacket down her arms and drops it on the landing. I kick the door open to my room and rush inside, throwing her onto the bed. She lets out a little squeal, then moans when I pull my shirt over my head and toe off my boots. She hurriedly yanks down her panties and pulls up her dress, her boots still on. I tear off my belt and pop open the buttons on my jeans before kneeling between her open legs. Grabbing her ass in my palms, I lap at her pink, pretty pussy on display for my feasting. She tastes better than I could have ever dreamed and she’s fucking right she does taste of pleasure personified. I part her folds, lapping her juices up like a starving man. Small hands fist my hair as she thrust her hips, grinding her pussy on my face, taking her pleasure. I suck, flick, and eat her pussy until she’s creaming over my tongue and crushing my skull with her trembling thighs.
Lifting up, I grab her dress at the neckline and rip it straight down the middle, exposing her perfect tits. Her dark pink nipples stand to attention, beckoning me. I squeeze them in my palms, bringing one nipple to my lips, sucking and grazing my teeth against the delicate, sensitive peak. I’m out of control with pent-up want for this fucking woman. My palm reaches around her throat, pinning her in place as I move my attention to her lips, sinking my teeth into the bottom lip she’s so fond of torturing. Dark amber eyes crazed with lust tell me everything I need to know. She’s likes me dominating her, being who I am, showing her no mercy. I push two fingers into her mouth, and she accepts them greedily, slurping her spit all over them.
I pull them free and thrust them hard between her legs, groaning when her hot, tight walls cocoon them. “Damn, Willa,” I pant, my cock screaming to be buried inside her. “Your pussy is needy, baby.”
“Give her what she wants,” she pleads. I shove my jeans down my legs, freeing my cock, and slide the length through her folds, teasing her throbbing clit.
“You sure this is what you want?” I ask for the last time.
“It’s all I’ll ever want.” She reaches between us, her small palm cupping my girth and lining us up before lifting her hips and pulling me inside.
Hot, lust-soaked juices smooth over my cock as I push inside her, my head pounding at the beauty of it. Nothing will ever compare to being with her like this—to being the one she chooses. Raw emotion aches my chest. Our eyes meet as we breathe in this monumental moment, love emanating all around us, our own bliss-filled bubble. She’s ruined me for anyone else.
Pulling back, I thrust forward, and she cries out. My lips steal hers, hands stroking, touching, feeling every inch of her. I take her hard and brutal, then slow and sensual, and she gives me just as much right the fuck back.
Sweat coats our naked bodies. Heavy, spent limbs entwine like vines across the sheets. I’ve never been more content. Dark curls fan over my chest, and petite fingers trace my tattoos. “I want you to know something,” she whispers against my flesh. “When you found me, it was like new life was being breathed into me. You were a savior, a prince, and I did question if that was why I was so damn into you, but you need to know you’re the only thing I could think about—the only man I wanted against my skin, touching me. Every heartbeat away from you was one wasted.”
“Move in with me,” I blurt out.
She jolts up, her mouth open, curious eyes searching mine. “What?” she wheezes, placing a hand to her chest.
“I felt half dead when you left. My fucking chest was empty. You took my heart with you when you got on that plane. I couldn’t bear to come back to this house knowing you weren’t in it. It’s your home.” I grasp her cheeks. “I fucking love you. I want to have you here—every morning, every night.”