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)
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groaned and slammed into me over and over.
He pulled back slightly and placed his hands on my inner thighs, his fingers framing my pussy. And just like that, I felt myself fall over the edge once again. Waves of pleasure rolled through me, but Ash kept thrusting in and out of me, his focus on where he was buried deep.
He pushed my legs up and back, so my knees were on either side of my chest. It opened me obscenely, but the new position had him sinking in even deeper, and as I felt it happen with my eyes pinched closed, I could picture his hands digging into my flesh so he could really grip and fuck me.
“Damn, baby,” he snarled, my eyes popping open at the aggression I’d never heard come from him before. But his focus had never left where his cock was owning me, as if he couldn't stand to look away, and I knew that aggression stemmed from him enjoying this as much as I was.
The position had him hitting parts of me I didn't even know existed, secret parts that had me crying out and peaking my pleasure all over again and even higher. I curled my nails into his flesh, leaving crescent-shaped marks in his skin. I moaned at what he was doing to me.
Claiming me.
I felt the bed rock back and forth, the headboard slamming against the wall, and then he slowed.
“I’ll never get enough.” His breath moved along the arch of my throat, and he ran his teeth and tongue over my neck, down my collarbone, and stopped at one of my breasts.
Ash was now languid in his motions, in the way he bit and licked at my flesh, in the way he moved inside of me. But he never stopped tormenting me in the best of ways. He kept me right on the precipice of climaxing yet again.
He gritted out, “Christ,” when I clenched my inner muscles around him, unconsciously the first time, then on purpose when I felt how it made tingles spread from my core all the way to the tips of my toes. That’s when he lost it and really started fucking me again.
I arched my back, my breasts thrust out, and closed my eyes.
“God,” he groaned, drawing my attention to his body yet again. I swore I saw—felt—his muscles straining even further, becoming even more pronounced. “Fucking hell, baby.” He slammed into me, grinding himself against my clit, sending sensations spiraling through me. “Yes.”
I gasped, and it was as if the sound was an accelerant to him, because a second later, he crashed his mouth to mine, thrusting his tongue between my lips. And the entire time, he kept fucking into me, kept rolling his hips against mine.
Finally, Ash buried himself all the way inside of me, deeper than anyone had ever been before—including him—and stopped, both of us moaning at the intensity and depth. The fullness I felt made my eyes widen, as the experience stole my breath. His immense body shook, and the sounds of him grunting and groaning had me breaking apart once more.
“Mine!” he roared out as he came.
There was no other way to describe what he did in that moment.
I felt him orgasming inside me, with hot, thick jets of his cum filling me to the brim.
As he ground his hips, moving that enormous cock around at that previously uncharted depth within me, all I could do was clutch Ash and hold on as he wrung every ounce of ecstasy out of me. And only when I grew too sensitive and panted hard did Ash’s body slow before finally stilling for good.
He was panting so hard but still leaned in to kiss my forehead, the tip of my nose, and my closed eyelids before sliding out of my pussy to lie beside me.
I shivered when he pulled me close to his chest, holding me tight, keeping me heated. He used his big, muscular body to protect me and keep me grounded. I wanted to be his—only his—and knowing Ash wanted that too had comfort filling me.
Our bodies were pressed together, with my head right over his heart. I heard the steady, lulling beat of it and felt a small smile tug my lips. I tilted my head back and looked up at him. He watched me with this possessive gleam in his eyes.
Ash’s arms tightened around me, and he leaned down and kissed me soundly on the lips.
“I meant it when I said I wasn’t letting you go. That you’re mine.”
I realized, as I looked into his eyes after he rested back, that all the issues in my life over the last few years, all the fear and worry and not knowing who I was anymore, meant something. I hadn’t known what it was, but it had led me here.