Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I was grinding myself against his cock harder now, feeling my orgasm so close to the surface. The slippery sounds of me working my pussy over him were dirty in the best kind of way.
“Put me inside of ye, lass.” Cian wasn’t the type to beg, but right now, in this moment, he most certainly pleaded with me. Then again, I didn’t miss the thinly veiled dominant demand.
I rose up on my knees and gripped the heavy length of him. He tipped his head back but still kept eye contact with me, the muscles in his neck straining, his teeth gritted. All from me holding his cock in my hand.
“Yeah,” he groaned when I tightened my fingers. “That’s it. Go on, lass. Put me inside yer tight little pussy.”
I angled the tip of his shaft right up with my soaked hole, my juices sliding down his length obscenely, causing both of us to groan at the erotic feeling and the knowledge of how dirty this actually was. And then I sank down on him in one hard, fluid motion, taking him sinfully into my body, feeling that ever-present burn and stretch as his thickness tunneled into my tight pussy.
And when I sat fully on him, my inner muscles tightening and spasming around him at how deliciously full I felt, I let out a long, low moan.
“Ride me and come all over my cock.”
I gasped at his filthy words. And then I did exactly what he wanted.
I braced my hands on his pectoral muscles, feeling how hard they were, like granite under my fingertips. I started rising and falling on him, my pussy suctioning against the hard length of him, my juices making an obscene sound as I bounced on his dick.
Sweat lined my hairline and slid down my temples, and he growled low at the sight. I knew it turned him on to see me like this, to see my body this way. And then with a great surge, he was lifting his upper body so our sweat-slicked chests were pressed together. I felt his tongue on the side of my face as he licked a trail up my cheek and to my forehead, lapping up the beads of sweat and humming in pleasure.
“So fooking sweet.”
He slid his hand around my nape and swept up the heavy fall of my hair to grab the strands. Cian jerked my head back and to the side, exposing the long line of my throat before he latched his mouth onto the mating mark he’d given me.
Every time I slammed down on him, he lifted his hips up, driving himself even harder into me, the pain and pleasure mixing as one. His hand tightened around the strands of my hair, his mouth and tongue, teeth nipping at my neck. I was so close, my orgasm right there at the surface.
My clit rubbed along the length of him as he tunneled back into my pussy, the slippery, almost sloppy sounds of us fucking filling the hotel room and driving my lust higher. My breasts bounced, my nipples hard as they scraped along his sweat-slickened chest. We both panted and groaned, moaned and made the most erotic noises as we fucked.
And that's what this felt like. Fucking.
It wasn’t just being with my mate. It wasn’t just making love. It was hard and fast fucking as we came together after almost losing each other. It was rough and raw, fierce and primal. It was the pleasure and pain of being alive and knowing that at any moment that could change, that the world could open up, and we’d never be the same.
My life wasn’t the same because of Cian. And it was the greatest feeling in the world.
“Come for me,” he growled and used his hand in my hair to jerk my head toward him, his lips crashing against mine, his tongue sliding deep between my lips. I sucked on his tongue, moaning at his flavor, at how wet the kiss was, how fast and hard he thrust up into me with his cock.
I slammed my pussy down hard, grinding myself against him, letting my clit rub along the root of his shaft while he was deep in my body. I keened at how painful and pleasure-filled it was.
“Come for me,” he said, harsher, more demanding and dominant.
And I did. I came hard and long, letting my head fall back as my pussy spasmed and milked his cock.
My eyes were closed, my hearing going in and out as the ecstasy stole reality from me. I was aware of his gruff shout, felt his erection thicken in me as he came, the hot, thick jets of his cum bathing my insides and washing into my womb.
The sensation and knowledge that he marked me as his like I was his property shouldn’t have turned me on. But it did and caused another orgasm to explode within me. All I could do was hold on as I rode it out.