Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
I want to keep her wrapped around me like this all night now that I know how good she feels.
But she's already on the edge again. I hear the desperate whine in her voice as she rocks beneath me, trying to get herself there.
"You want to come again, don't you, baby?" I murmur, slowing my thrusts to keep her right there.
"Yes. Ridley, please." She begs so sweetly, her brown eyes dazed and glossy as she looks up at me.
"Mm, fuck." My head falls back, pleasure gripping me by the balls. "I could listen to you beg all night."
Paisley doesn't ask for much. She certainly doesn't beg. She knows exactly who she is and what she wants. Her confidence is sexy as hell. She calls the shots in her life, wearing control like armor…except when she's in my arms, anyway.
I think it may be the only place she lets herself go, giving up control. I fucking love knowing she trusts me enough to hand it over, that she's desperate enough for me and my cock not to care if she's begging and pleading.
A motherfucker is bulletproof when a girl like Paisley begs. And this motherfucker has been bulletproof all night now.
"Please, Ridley. Make me come again. Please."
I bite her nipple, thrusting deeper again. Harder.
She cries out in relief, her thighs tightening around my hips. She uses her grip on me to lift her ass off the bed, meeting my every thrust. Her nails scrape my back again, my name spilling from her lips.
I growl her name as my balls draw up, pleasure arcing through me. She's going to tip me over the edge with her this time, whether I want it to end or not. It's impossible to hold out when she's fucking me from beneath like this.
There's nothing sexier than this woman wild beneath me, desperate to come.
"I want to brand the feel of my cock into this pretty little pussy, Paisley."
"Ridley!" she shouts, shattering around me.
"Fuck! Yes," I groan, fucking her without rhythm as her cunt ripples and clenches, her juices soaking my cock. I bury my face in her throat, giving up the fight. Cum shoots up my shaft, spilling into her in heavy pulses.
We pant and moan, clench and shiver together…and I damn near tell her that I've fallen in love with her. But I swallow the words, determined not to say them for the first time in the heat of the moment. When I tell her, I want her to know it was intentional, something I said because I had to say it, not because I was tangled up in an orgasm. I don't want there to be any doubts in her mind about whether I mean them or if I was just caught up in the moment.
"You're so fucking perfect," I rasp instead, brushing my lips across hers as I roll us again.
She settles over me, my cock still hard and nestled in her heat, and lifts her head, looking up at me. "I'm not ready for this to be over," she whispers, blinking rapidly, like she's trying to hold back tears.
I cup her cheek, smiling in reassurance. "Then it won't be."
"You mean that?"
"Yeah, baby. I mean it."
She sighs sweetly, snuggling up against me, her ear pressed to my chest.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly. There's no way this thing between us can end. I'm not sure I'll fucking survive if it does.
I need my ring on her finger.
Christ, I need it like I've never needed anything.
Paisley
Early morning sunlight filters through the windows, spilling across my face. I groan and stretch my arms over my head. My muscles ache in protest as I roll to the side.
An unfamiliar, dull throb between my legs sends memories of last night with Ridley playing through my mind in a kaleidoscope of carnal delight. I never expected my first time to be so…perfect. But every moment, every touch, every kiss was so much more than I expected. Feeling Ridley beneath me, on top of me, inside me was heaven.
And he was there over and over again. What sleep I got was snatched between intense rounds of pleasure that left me reeling.
How am I supposed to go home tomorrow?
The thought settles like lead in my stomach. I'm not ready to go. I'm not ready to give Ridley up. I didn't mean to fall in love with him, but I fell anyway. Honestly, I don't think I ever stood a chance against him.
He's so damn perfect. Bossy, intelligent, funny, and dedicated. The man doesn't take no for an answer. He loves his family fiercely. And he's utterly shameless! From the moment we met, he made it clear that he wanted me and didn't care who knew it.
Ending up in his bed after the wedding was inevitable. Truthfully, I don't know how I held out this long without ending up in his bed. But I don't regret a single second of our time together. It's been beautiful in a way that was entirely unexpected.