Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Eve’s flesh drew in so hard on itself, she almost cried out in pain.
She needed to close her legs and bear down to avoid the awful-wonderful pulsations, but his hips were in the way and she was damp, so damp, so warm.
Having sex in the open, nothing but the drape of the eave’s shadows to hide them, was illicit, but . . . it was also care, wasn’t it? Madden was fulfilling her fantasy, as promised. He’d listened and taken her seriously, and now, now he was giving her in spades what she’d needed for so long. Giving her the illusion she’d dreamed about so much better than she could have instructed him or hoped for.
“I d-don’t think anyone is coming,” she stammered, taking hold of his broad shoulders, her hips moving in a slow circle on top of the shaft he held right there, right there against her entrance, ready to fill her for the first time.
Eve’s first time, period, not that anyone needed to know that but her.
“Madden.”
“I know, love. I’m trying to calm down so I don’t come from the first feel of you.”
“Oh.” That admission caused lust to bite at her nipples, turning them into hard little aches, and because she felt so sexy, she used one hand to jerk down her neckline, along with the cups of her bra, partially freeing the top half of her breasts and her pointed nipples—and staring at them with famished eyes, he pumped the full length of himself inside her with a strangled yell, holding so deep she felt him everywhere, his body keeping her flat against the brick wall while he panted shallowly into her neck.
Wow.
Her fantasies . . . and her toys . . . hadn’t done this feeling justice. Madden’s body was inside her body. His hands were clutching her ass cheeks, the hair of his thighs tickling the insides of her knees. The cords of his stomach were in a rough flex against her belly, and most importantly, his body was inside her body. The intimacy of that was so welcome, so perfect, Eve didn’t mind the breathless stretch of flesh, the slight bit of pain that faded more with every second that passed, his big body sandwiching her between it and the wall.
“Eve,” he said through his teeth. “Didn’t I . . . get you wet enough?”
She was too busy marveling to understand the question. “What?”
“You’re very fucking tight, love.” He moved his hips and shuddered. “Fuck. Won’t it hurt you if I go hard?”
“No,” Eve said, kissing his chin, rocking forward and twisting her hips a little, causing his breath to escape in a hiss, a burn of discomfort rising and ebbing just as quickly, leaving nothing but the full, blessed pressure behind. “Don’t forget fast.”
“Eve . . .” He studied her face with a drawn brow, as if some intuition demanded he question her further, but his body got the better of him and looking at her face, groaning at the shake of her half-exposed breasts, he started to thrust. Small, powerful punches at first that made her teeth clack together, the pace picking up gradually, his length pulling farther out, farther out, so he could use his grip on her butt to hold her still to receive his thick drives. The full, hot occupying of her sex.
Madden looked her in the eye and fucked her hard up against the building, in full view of the parking lot or anyone who might drive up, walk by, or look out their window. The possibility of being seen made Eve’s skin prick with excitement, tension budding and tugging below her belly button; his intense focus on her face coupled with the visible thinning of his control made her feel lusted after. The strength of him could easily overpower her and yet, in these moments, Madden was nothing without the warm haven between her legs. He couldn’t survive without the pleasure she gave, her thighs spread almost lewdly, breasts bouncing in time to his hip movements.
He might be dominating her, her legs vulnerable and flopping on either side of his hips with every full-body surge, but Eve was exultant. A queen and a sexual object, all at once.
“Does that feel good—” Eve started.
“Don’t talk,” he choked out. “Don’t say a word.”
“Why?”
“I can’t handle your voice on top of this cunt.” Madden growled into a series of smacking pumps, his lack of restraint so riveting, so animal in nature, she didn’t want to blink and miss anything. “You’re going to get yourself kidnapped straight to New York with this thing.”
“By who?”
“Me, Eve. Me. Don’t you feel how fucking hard I am?” His right hand flew up from her backside to frame her jaw firmly, their panting breaths mingling between them. “Jesus, I’m afraid to ask, but you’ve never been with a man like this before, have you? Tell me the truth.”