Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
She remained bent over, her back smooth and soft, her perfect, round ass swaying in the air.
The lips of her pussy were swollen from me already marking her, all that sweet, pink flesh soaked and dripping wet.
Rasps of exhilaration puffed from her mouth, and her legs shook with anticipation.
“Please.” Her plea tugged through the dense air.
I glided my hands down her sides and over her butt cheeks.
“If you had the first clue the way I feel when I look at you like this. Always knew the scene out that window was missing something. Now it’s perfect, painted with you. Nothing but a vision with you standing there throbbing for me.”
A large standing mirror was propped in the corner, angled enough that it captured us. All my inked, hard flesh at odds with the creamy softness of hers.
“Look at you,” I rushed on a hard breath. “Look at how perfect you are. So fucking sexy you make my knees weak.”
Emery turned her head to take in our reflection. “It’s you. You who’s making me weak. I need you.”
I pressed two fingers into her cunt. “Like this?”
She bowed forward with a soft hiss. “More.”
A rough chuckle skated free. “Eager girl.”
But it was me who was never going to get enough. Me who was losing his mind. Me who’d already lost his heart.
I drove them in and out twice more, deep and slow, watching as she began to glow. Her skin slicked with needy beads of sweat.
I pulled my fingers out so I could smooth my palms over her ass, spreading her so I could lean down and lick through her folds, diving my tongue between her lips.
Emery bucked and whimpered as she pushed back. “Kane. Oh, God.”
I licked up all the deliciousness that she was, tongue driving deep before I rode it up through the cleft of her ass, swirling it around her puckered hole.
This garbled, desirous sound rolled out of her. A call that clamored against the walls. Lust filling the room in a shimmery sheen.
I kept moving, kissing a path up her spine until I was murmuring at the shell of her ear, “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes. Please.” Her words were abraded.
“You have me.”
I thrust back home. All the way to the hilt.
Taking her hard and deep and demanding.
Pleasure sparked at the edges of my sight. Fucking fireworks that instantly went off.
Emery shuddered, and her nails grasped at the slick porcelain of the tub.
“Fuck, you feel so good. This sweet little cunt squeezing me in a fist. Such a good girl, the way you take me. Knew you were going to feel like paradise.”
Her entire being hummed, a glow of spun silk striking across her body. The clutch of her throbbing and nearly too tight.
She mewled as I pulled back then shoved myself back in deep. “Do you like that, Emery? Being completely stuffed with my cock? So full you couldn’t take anything else?”
Her nod was frantic. “Yes.”
I withdrew then drove back in.
“So much,” she whimpered.
“That’s right. So good, so right,” I mumbled as I pulled out until the head of my cock was barely hanging on then plunged back in.
“So fucking good. What have you done to me?” It was an unintelligible ramble considering the woman had demolished all rationale.
My only sense her.
Every scent and sound and touch.
Her.
My hands curled around her slim waist, and I began to pick up a rhythm.
My cock soaked as I thrust in and out of her tight, delicious body.
Emery writhed and thrashed, my girl meeting me with each desperate stroke. Pushing back on the tub to propel herself, air jetting out of her lungs with each drive of my dick.
Harder and faster with each stroke.
“Is that the way you want it, Emery? You like it hard and rough?”
“Yes. I think…I need…”
She met my gaze in the mirror, her expression as bare as our bodies. Her truth that she trusted me with her pleasure.
Completely.
That she knew I would never hurt her.
“Know what you need, baby.”
I leaned down so I could wind my arm around to her front, pulling her up and dragging her back against my chest.
Needing to feel her against me.
Her heat.
Her fire.
This connection that burned and seared. Some kind of gravity that I never could have resisted.
That familiarity right there. Buzzing around us with the truth of what we were meant to be.
I turned her so she was facing the mirror, and I grabbed her behind the knee and propped her foot on the edge of the tub. Opening her to me while she was draped across my body.
She looped an arm up and around my neck, and I had one of mine banded around her waist to keep her supported while the other slid down her abdomen so I could get to her clit.
I played my fingers over that engorged, swollen bud.