Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
"Yours." Broken now. "Yours, please, Allister."
I sink into her slow, and her body opens to take me, inch by greedy inch, until I'm seated to the root. We go still. Both of us breathing hard in the dark with the snow ticking on the roof.
"That's my girl. That's my best girl." My forehead drops to hers. "Feel how deep I am? Right there. That's where I live now."
Then I move.
It's not slow for long. It never is with us, with the way she clutches and pulls and digs her weakened heels into the small of my back like she's afraid I'll get away, like I'd ever go anywhere. The Suburban rocks. The windows go white. Her cries climb and climb, and I swallow some while I let the rest fill the cab, because nobody's out here, and she can be as loud as she needs to be.
"Take it," I grunt against her throat, hips driving home. "Take all of me. You always can, that's it. Christ, you're so tight, squeezing me like you'll die if I pull out. So don't make me. Ever."
"Don't." She sobs it into my shoulder. "Don't ever leave."
"Never. Not in this life or the next one." I get a hand between us and roll the swollen knot of her under my thumb, and she breaks apart for me again, body clamping down so hard the edges of everything go white.
The sounds she makes. Knowing I'm the one tearing them out of her. The way she soaks me, the way she shakes, the way she screams my name into the cold air.
"One more." I grind it out against her throat. "You've got one more in you, and I'm not leaving here without it. Give it to me, baby. Don't you dare hold out."
"I can't. I can't."
"You can. Look at me." I wait until those drowning brown eyes climb up to mine. "Cum for me, precious. Let me fill you up the way I'm dying to."
That’s what tips her over the edge, another climax rolling through her on a long shudder that pulls me right down with her.
I empty into her with a groan, holding her hips flush to mine, pouring every drop into her because the animal part of me wants to plant another baby in there, still wants her full of me, so anyone who looks at her knows she’s owned, claimed.
Mine.
"That's it," I rasp against her temple, hips still pulsing, wringing the last out of us both. "That's where it stays. Good girl. My good girl."
After that, the only sound is our breathing and the snow.
She's boneless under me, one hand tangled into my hair like she dare not let go, her heartbeat slamming against my chest as she slowly, slowly comes down. I press a kiss to her temple. To the temporary unicorn tattoo on her hip. To the curve of her shoulder where the dress slid down.
I gather her up against me and pull the blanket I keep in the back over the two of us, because I know my girl, and I know her legs are jelly and there's no walking happening for a while.
She tilts her chin up, sleepy and pleased with herself, and there's that look she gets, the one I've never found a word for, the one that's been undoing me since the courthouse.
"I love you, Brutus."
"I love you too, precious girl." I kiss the blue frosting somehow still clinging to the corner of her mouth, finally, the way I wanted to forty minutes and one diner ago. "Now eat your pie. You earned it."
The box has gotten crushed somewhere in all of it. The crumble's a wreck. She eats it anyway, sitting in my lap with the fork, feeding me bites between her own, both of us warm and wrecked and in no hurry at all.
Worth the wait. Every single day of it.