Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 17761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
His words touched me deeply, emotionally, but they also told me again and again that this was exactly the right moment in my life. I’d made the right decision.
I swallowed the lump of emotion that wedged itself in my throat. “I know you will. I just want you.”
He rested his forehead against mine, and we just stayed there, catching our breath for a second. Ash then moved back enough that I could see the long, hard, impressive length of his shaft once more. The tip was still dotted with a clear bead of fluid, and my mouth watered with an all-consuming arousal.
I looked at his chest, just absorbing how big and masculine he was, how muscular and very male his body was.
He took hold of himself, and then I was right back to staring at that huge cock as he aimed the head toward the ceiling and squeezed. I licked my lips as more crystal pre-cum seeped from the tip, then dripped down his shaft, over his balls, and down his thigh. Thoroughly amazed at the sight before me, I wasn’t sure he’d fit comfortably inside of me because of his thickness and length.
It was a ludicrous thought, because I knew a woman’s body was made to take a man’s, no matter his size, and my body was so primed for what he’d give me that there would be no real resistance.
“Fuck, Evie.”
I snapped my gaze up to his.
“I’m barely hanging on as it is. But if you keep looking at my cock like that—like you’re hungry for it—what little self-control I have will fucking snap.” His voice was sharp, like a hot, smooth blade running across my naked body. Ash’s eyes were hooded, his head was lowered, and he watched me like a feral animal. He reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking the obscenely thick length. “You want this?”
“God,” I whispered, that lone word leaving me in a burst of breath. “Yes.” I stared into his eyes that looked so dark in the dimly lit room.
He closed them for a moment, as if grappling with some inner struggle, before his gaze returned. He smoothed a finger down the side of my neck, stopping right at my pulse point, adding a little pressure, and it made my heart beat faster.
“What do you need?” he whispered, but I had a feeling he was speaking to himself.
“I just need you.” Those three words spilled from me instantly, and I was shocked at how much I meant them—and not just on a physical level.
He groaned and claimed my mouth in a soft, thorough kiss that had my toes curling and me pressing my body fully to his. But a second later, he was pushing me back, down to the mattress, and covering me with his hard form, so I felt like I was cloaked in a huge, impenetrable security blanket.
For long moments, all he did was kiss me—fucking my mouth with his lips and tongue in the same way I wanted him to between my thighs.
“Evie,” he moaned. “I’m so fucking hard for you.” He started thrusting his cock against my pussy, my wetness making his movements fluid, easy, his thick length a reminder of how I’d never taken anything as huge as Ash was. “God. Damn, baby.”
Feeling his dick rubbing up and down my slickened pussy, my lower lips framing his dick, had heat consuming me. There was no fear, no hesitation. My past traumas weren’t welcome here.
He thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth, licked and sucked at mine, and nipped at my lips. Far too soon, he broke the kiss and moved his mouth to the hollow of my throat.
Tossing my head back, I cried out as pleasure washed through me. Never had I been so turned on. Foreplay had never felt this good. And all the while, he kept rolling his hips back and forth against me, licking at my flesh, drawing my need out until I was almost ravenous for him to finally take me.
Sweat beaded his brow as he stared into my eyes. I watched his throat work when he swallowed, making me want to pout as he slowed his movements. But his next words had the urge to complain leaving me in an instant. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I smoothed my hands over his bulging muscles, feeling the sinew and tendons bunching right below the surface of his perspire-covered skin and against my palms.
He made that low, possessive sound again. “The things I want to do to you…” He trailed off in a thick voice. “They are so fucking wrong. Dirty, baby.” He groaned as he gripped my hips, being gentle but firm enough I felt the pressure, his restraint. “So fucking perfect, Evie.”
As he rolled his hips against mine, I could feel how slick his cock was from my juices.