Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 132791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 664(@200wpm)___ 531(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
I hissed in pain and looked away.
Still, I let her explore it.
She touched the tip first, her lower lip trapped under her teeth, then ran her slender fingers over the length of it, cupping my balls. I closed my eye and sighed. I had my dick hoovered by countless women whose damn job was to suck cock, and never was it this erotic, this satisfying, this…thrilling.
Lila kissed the tip of my cock, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I gently shoved her down and nestled between her legs. Hot. Wet. Welcoming. And I wasn’t even in yet.
I drank her in, wishing for the first time I had two eyes again so I could see more of her. There wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough of this woman. I ducked down to kiss her, and she met me halfway, sighing into my mouth, her fingers caressing my shoulders, my rib cage, my back. Soothingly, like she knew this was new and terrifying to me as much as it was for her.
I covered her entire body with mine, introducing her to the full weight of me before I was inside her. Giving her another chance to change her mind. My cock latched hotly against her hard, round stomach, and I quickly averted my mind from the baby inside it.
I didn’t want to fuck this up.
Do.
Not.
Fuck.
This.
Up.
Tiernan.
I froze, remembering my first time back in the gulag. Knowing I was only capable of taking a woman punishingly, like a gun was pinned to my temple. My breath hitched, and I slammed my teeth together, loathing myself for not being able to do this.
The most natural thing in human nature.
“Look at me.” She took my face in her hands, anchoring me to this moment. I was glad she couldn’t hear the thumping of both our hearts beating out of whack. And I was glad she chose to use her voice. It…soothed me. “You can do this. You escaped hell. You’re here now. And I will never let you go through it again.”
Before I could overthink it, Lila took matters into her own hands, rolled her hips, and scooped my cock into her, sliding it inside in one slick motion.
A grunt escaped me.
She felt heavenly, blissfully tight. Hot and wet and right.
We both stared at each other in surprise, getting used to the sensation.
The more I let myself feel it, the more divine it felt.
But I wasn’t all the way inside her, and she already looked uncomfortable.
Very carefully, I pressed deeper. One inch, and then another. Her throat worked around a swallow. I leaned down to kiss it. “Shhh, sweetheart. Almost there. Take it all in for me, okay?”
She nodded, eyes glistening.
Another inch.
Finally, I was buried inside her to the hilt, my balls flush against her tight rectum.
Heaven.
I started moving inside her. It felt like coming home. I watched her alertly, looking for signs of pain or distress. But all I found was a flushed, deliriously happy water nymph in an erotic vortex of passion.
One who couldn’t hear herself and moaned with abandon.
“Sorry, darlin’, I have to.” I grabbed a pink teddy bear from between her satin pillows and pressed it against her mouth to stifle her moans. She bit hard on it, her eyes rolling inside their sockets.
I picked up my pace, my balls tightening, my forehead slicked with sweat. She was close. So was I. Each time I plunged into her, the entire bed shook, the headboard banging against the wall.
She clenched around me, milking the orgasm out of me, and I lost the remainder of my self-control, of whatever chivalry I managed to scrape from the bottom of my godforsaken soul, and went wild.
I all but nailed her into the mattress, sinking into her again and again. Deeper, faster, harder. Our gazes locked, the stupid teddy bear between us. I tossed it aside. Kissed her ardently. I felt the walls of her cunt shuddering around my cock like an earthquake. Pulled my face back to watch her. She was moaning loudly again. I pressed my palm to her lips, keeping her quiet.
She grinned, licking my salty flesh.
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
I grinned back. Feeling…feeling. Shy, almost. Boyish. All those emotions I never got to feel when I was actually at the correct age to explore them.
We stared at each other, grinning like two fools who just conquered the world.
Because we both managed to do something we didn’t think would ever be possible.
Fuck the fear and trauma out of one another.
We won. Not the rapists, and the abusers, and Igor, and that faceless asshole who took her that night.
We. Won.
We stayed like this—thrusting, bucking, arching, licking, laughing, until Lila turned serious. Her smile fell. She threw her head back and gave one sharp moan. She spasmed in my arms, her muscles clenching, ripples of goose bumps cascading down her perfect silken skin.