Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“Ronan.”
Her breath feathered over his mouth and he tugged her lip before slanting his mouth over hers completely, needing to have as much of her as he could. She widened her legs, arching her hips into each stroke he delivered.
He reached between them, unerringly locating her clit and rubbing it. Back bowing, she gasped and clenched tight around him. Jaw taut, he growled as he came, filling her with his seed.
Hearts pounding, he fell on her, bracing himself at the last minute on his forearms so he didn’t crush her with his larger body. His semi-hard cock remained deep inside her.
“You okay, angel?”
Her soft smile melted the ice in his chest.
“If I was any better, I think I’d be dead.”
Brushing some of her sweaty hair from her face, his lips quirked up briefly. “I need you alive and breathing, angel.”
She shifted and just like that, semi became fully erect again.
“I want my cum dripping out of you.”
The blunt admission fell from his lips.
She didn’t appear offended or surprised by his statement. In fact, he’d say she was aroused, more than she’d been moments before. Vivyan nibbled her lower lip.
“Yes.”
God, this woman was perfect for him. He pushed up and backed off of her, cock crying as he left the haven of her body. On his heels, he stared down at her, legs spread, pussy open and their combined essence on her thighs and his dick.
Reaching out, he scooped up the mixture and pushed his fingers inside her core, returning his cum where he needed it to stay. In her.
“I’m going to fuck you until you’re pregnant with my baby, angel.” Fisting his dick, he pumped it twice before he dragged the head through the liquid on her thighs, tapped the swollen head against her clit bringing forth a throaty gasp before pushing back inside her.
Vivyan opened her mouth but only a groan escaped.
He kissed her as he began fucking her once more.
* * *
They woke and he tugged her close to his chest. She didn’t fight to get away, she in fact, snuggled closer as the winds continued to slam against the glass. It wasn’t the warmest room and he didn’t have the heat blasting but he was perfectly content with the woman in his arms.
“You warm enough?”
“I’m perfect.”
Yes, you are.
He trailed his fingers up and down her bare back, keeping her head tucked beneath his chin. This was what he had always yearned for but had believed he didn’t deserve.
“Are you okay? You’re thinking pretty hard there.”
A thread of worry had leeched into her tone and he didn’t like the corresponding unpleasantness in his gut. Even so, her fingers didn’t stop their caressing. And of that, he approved.
“I’m fine, angel.”
She gave a small huff and it was one he didn’t believe was in amusement.
“You don’t have to worry about me being a clinger. I know this is nothing but the moment. Two strangers in the night so to speak.”
“You’re wrong, angel.” He shifted her closer to him. “There’s nothing ‘but the moment’ about us.” Angling his head, he brushed a kiss over her head.
“Something’s wrong.” A sharp breath and she went to move back but he refused that. “You don’t have to tell me. I shouldn’t have pried. We’re all entitled to our secrets and personal thoughts.”
He didn’t want those from her but his past wasn’t anything to be proud of.
Ronan readjusted them and settled her where he wanted her, on top of his body. Her thighs settled on either side of one of his legs, her core against his cock, her breasts pushing into his chest. He settled his left hand against the small of her back, his fingertips skimming along the top of her ass while his right slipped beneath her free falling hair to caress the nape of her neck.
“I grew up here.” He cleared his throat. “In Sander’s Point.”
Vivyan shifted and he clenched his eyes shut while holding her against his chest. He didn’t want to see any sympathy in her gaze.
She settled and he exhaled slowly.
“The bad boy. Grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. Mother was a whore. I was labeled a trouble maker, useless and expected to spend my life in jail. Or die young.” He rubbed up and down her back. “My mother didn’t want me, in fact, she tried to sell me a time or two to get her fix.”
The woman in his arms stiffened before she relaxed. He took it to mean she waited for him to continue. The urge to comfort her rolled over him like a convoy of trucks.
“One night I was with the group I hung out with and we were a few towns over,” he took a deep breath, “I was almost eighteen. We were drunk and driving. I, I was driving and I ran another vehicle off the road. A family on the way home from the hospital with their newborn in the back.”