Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she whimpers, her hips pushing back, trying to take me in. “Please, fuck me.”
I don’t need to be asked twice. I thrust into her in one smooth motion, burying myself to the hilt. Goddamn. My eyes roll back in my head as I grit my teeth to keep from coming. She’s so fucking tight. Her walls clench hard around me, and I have to breathe through the urge to bathe her pussy with my cum.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my hands gripping her hips as I start to move. I fuck her hard and deep, her ass slapping against my thighs with every thrust. She’s moaning, her hands clawing at the wall, her body trembling with need.
“Harder,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Please, harder.”
I oblige, fucking her with everything I’ve got. Her pussy is so fucking wet, so tight, and I can feel myself getting closer, the pleasure coiling in my gut.
Her moans are muffled, her face pressed against the wall, but I can feel her pussy clenching around me, rippling with another orgasm. I fuck her through it, driving her higher and higher until she’s screaming my name, her whole body shaking with pleasure.
And then I’m there, my cock throbbing, my balls tightening as I can’t hold back any longer. I slam into her one last time, burying myself deep as I come, my cum filling her up, hopefully planting my baby deep in her womb.
We collapse against the wall, both of us panting, trembling, completely spent. Her back is pressed against my chest, her skin slick with sweat, and I can feel her heartbeat racing against mine.
“Damn,” she whispers, her voice hoarse.
“Yeah,” I mutter, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck. “Fucking damn.”
CHAPTER 6
FRANKIE
Sunlight needles my eyelids, prying them open against my will. I feel warm air brush the back of my neck and groan as my mind wakes up completely, instantly replaying exactly what happened last night. My sore girly parts wince as I give a little wiggle. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to realize the heat blasting against my back is Seth, sleeping with his arm locked across my middle like I’m a flight risk.
His nose is jammed against the nape of my neck, breathing slow and steady, but I can feel the tension in his bicep where it curves under my breasts and in the thigh thrown over mine. The bedsheet is around my waist at best, and his skin is welded to mine in every place that counts.
Last night returns to me in flashes as I remember how he carried me from the door, the whiskey burn of his tongue, and how his cock was buried so deep I thought he would break me in half. My thighs ache, my neck is raw, and there are literal, visible fingerprints on my hip where he pinned me to the wall.
If I died right now, I’d go out with a smile and absolutely no regrets.
I try to roll over, but the arm tightens. “Don’t move,” he mutters, voice gravelly with sleep, but there’s nothing groggy about the way his hand slides up and cups my breast. His thumb skates over my nipple, sending a fresh aftershock through my battered nervous system.
“Don’t order me around,” I manage as he pulls me closer.
He grunts, but I can feel his smile against my neck. “You didn’t complain last night.”
“Your huge cock stole all my brain power.” I twist my head around and finally manage to get a look at his face. It’s unfair how handsome he is in the morning, the sharp lines all blurred a little by sleep, beard stubble softer but no less lethal.
He grins at me, slow and dangerous. Then he presses his hips forward, and I feel his rock-hard cock slip between my ass cheeks.
Holy moly. My brain shuts down completely while my hussy body prepares for round two. Or is it really round three? My pussy pulses with want, even as every muscle in my legs threatens to spasm. He must feel it, because he slides his hand down, palm flat against my belly, and pulls me tight against him. "Let’s see how much brain power you have left.”
“Let’s,” I say, but it comes out as more of a question than a challenge.
His hand slides between my legs, finding me slick and swollen and so ready it’s embarrassing. “Fuck, you’re drenched,” he says, voice thick with satisfaction.
“Shut u—” I forget the whole topic of our conversation as his fingers circle my clit, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
He moves fast. In one impossible motion, he flips me onto my stomach, drags my legs open, and buries his cock inside me before I can even gasp. It’s rough and perfect and just freaking right. I claw at the sheets, desperate for leverage, but he’s got my wrists pinned to the mattress. His hot breath pants in my ear with each thrust.