Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Trust. That was a thing she gave no one. But as he tore open a foil packet with his teeth, she found herself relaxing beneath him, savoring the heat of his body on her back and the flex of his hand rolling on the condom.
“Breathe.” He notched himself against her pussy.
Not her ass?
When she exhaled, he clamped a hand over her mouth and thrust.
Everything inside her stretched as he slammed against the back of her cunt. She screamed against his palm, sucking hard through her nose and writhing against the invasion. His cock was impossibly huge and vicious and oh my fucking fuck fuck fuck, he pounded her into the mattress, breaking her open and stabbing her darkest depths.
He grunted with the exertion of his hammering hips, his fingers digging into her cheek and his other hand chasing the lines of her body, squeezing and kneading and scratching her skin.
But there was pleasure amid the savagery, an unlocking sensation that set her breaths free and her skin ablaze. When her cries turned to moans, his hand slid from her mouth to her throat, pressing lightly and turning her neck. His lips were there, feeding from hers, licking and biting with the voracious tempo of his breaths.
She was so turned on she felt it in her veins—that wild, erratic, reckless thrill she hadn’t experienced since she was a teenager. She’d forgotten what that was like, to just live and play and love. Tate had returned that feeling to her. With his cock ramming brutally, powerfully inside her, he treated her like a desirable woman instead of a dying invalid. He reminded her how to be herself again.
“Is that all you got?” She arched her back and wriggled her ass against him.
He let go of what little restraint he’d held back, thrusting harder, deeper, faster, as if trying to drive himself right into her heart. With the hug of his arms around her and the caress of his lips on her neck, maybe he’d already buried himself deep within her existence and left his mark. Fuck it, she didn’t care. He felt too damn good, too perfect.
He fucked without mercy, working himself in and out with brute force. But the caress of his hands on her body was an intimate communication. Each touch made her feel sexy and loved. Every stroke thrummed with appreciation.
It didn’t take long for her to shoot off with a gasping, electrifying, body-tingling release that fired her nerve-endings from her hair to her toes. She was still groaning when he pulled out, and she missed the stretch of him instantly.
He slid his fingers inside her, lubing them up before slipping them out and back, right into her forbidden hole.
“Christ, you’re horny.” His breathing was tight, bursting sharp gasps past his lips. “You’re opening right up for me.”
She didn’t feel the usual pain. Not even a pinch. Just a tingling swirl of desire and warmth. She was so sated and drugged on pleasure maybe she didn’t have the wherewithal to tense. “Can’t believe how good that feels.”
“You’re nice and relaxed.” He thrust his fingers in and out of her ass.
“Only with you.”
His touch vanished. “When you say things like that…” He leaned down and spit on her clenching ring of muscle. Then he pressed the wide flare of his cock against the moisture. “Makes me really fucking possessive, Lucia.”
“You’re already possessive.”
“Not like this.” He pushed, just enough to stimulate her nerves. “Can you keep quiet?”
“Yeah.” She breathed deeply. “Fuck me, Tate.”
He grabbed her waist with both hands and kicked his hips, tunneling his massive shaft straight through her.
She choked on the sudden burn, but it only lasted a second. The incredible fullness that followed was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Intense. Consuming. It stunned her how much she welcomed the dark thrilling feel of him inside her like this.
A groan vibrated in his chest as he buried his length and thrust slowly. Bending over her, he trailed a shaky hand up her spine and rubbed her back. If he was trying to soothe her, she didn’t need it. Maybe he was calming himself.
His hands roamed, teasing every exposed inch of her before clutching a fistful of her hair.
“I’m not going to last long.” Using that grip, he yanked her up until her back hit his chest.
On their knees with him seated fully in her ass, he wrapped a hand around her throat while the other slid up her thigh and sank three fingers in her pussy.
Then he fucked her, plunging and retreating with the speed and stamina of a machine. He held her tight to his body and pumped his fingers as his cock drove viciously, greedily in her ass.
His grunting, erotic breaths revved her up and made her insane with need. He was a beast, untamed and wild, as he shoved himself deeper and deeper. She felt every ridge and bump of his cock, and his muscled physique generated so much heat she was certain he would reduce her to ashes.