Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“You want to come?” I asked, voice rougher than I meant it to be, my fingers slipping down her belly, toying with the waistband of her shorts. “You want to be fucked?”
She nodded, almost frantic. “Yes. Yes! I—just—please!”
I grinned, letting my thumb slide beneath the band of her panties. The heat coming off her made me groan. “That’s what I thought.”
Her answer lit something in me—primal, filthy, and damn near feral. I didn’t wait. Didn’t ease her into it. I shoved my hand down beneath the waistband of her shorts and into her soaked panties, then yanked the fabric aside and sank my digits into her hot pussy.
She gasped, and her body jolted, hands flying up to clutch my shoulders like she needed something solid to hold on to. Her nails bit through the thin cotton of my T-shirt and dug straight into my skin, but all I could feel was the heat of her—dripping, slick, and so fucking ready for me that my cock kicked hard behind my fly.
I growled, the sound vibrating in my chest as my fingers slid through her soaked folds. “That wet for me already, baby?” I curled two fingers inside her, knuckles-deep in her tight, greedy pussy, and felt her pulse around me like she was seconds from breaking. “Fuck. Can’t wait to taste this again.”
She let out a choked sound, and I backed off just enough to tear her shorts and panties down her legs and rip them off. Then I shot to my feet and shoved my body tighter to hers, trapping her between the wall and everything I was, everything I had for her. My thumb found her clit and rubbed slow, steady circles that made her knees buckle. I held her up with the weight of my body, grinding my cock against her thigh while my fingers worked her over, merciless and sure.
Her head fell back with a soft thud, her eyes fluttering shut, and her lips parted. I leaned in and kissed her throat—open-mouthed and hungry—then bit just beneath her jaw, right where her pulse was thrumming wild. She gasped again, her hips jerking into my hand. I didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, just kept fucking her with my fingers, rubbing her little bundle of nerves with enough pressure to make her fall apart.
“You feel that?” I muttered against her skin, my breath ragged and teeth grazing her throat. “How fucking good that feels? So damn tight. So wet. So fucking mine.”
Her moan cracked as she twisted in my arms, her thighs quivering around my hand. She was getting close—right on the edge—and I could feel it in every tremble of her body, every broken breath, and every desperate grind of her hips as she chased the orgasm I was holding her against.
“That’s it,” I whispered, my voice dropping to a growl in her ear. “You want to come? Then fucking take it. Let me feel you fall apart, baby.”
Her fingers clawed at my back, her mouth open and breath catching. She was fighting it—trying to hold on—but her body was already giving in.
“Don’t you dare hold back on me,” I breathed against her ear, voice filthy and soft and sharp as a knife. “You’re gonna come, Rylin. Let go. Right fucking now.”
My thumb flicked her clit just right, and she shattered—legs trembling, breath breaking into a sob as her body spasmed around my fingers. Her nails dragged down my back as she came hard, grinding against my hand like she couldn’t get enough. As though she never wanted it to stop.
I kept working her through her release, slowing only when her thighs shook too hard to hold her weight and her forehead dropped to my shoulder, breath hot and broken against my neck.
“Good girl,” I muttered, kissing the shell of her ear, still pulsing my fingers inside her as she rode the last of it out. “So fucking good for me. I’m gonna watch you come like that for the rest of my damn life.”
12
MICAH
Her body was still trembling against mine when I hooked an arm beneath her thighs and hauled her up. She gasped, her arms wrapping tight around my neck, but I didn’t slow down. I carried her straight to the tiny kitchen, her legs clinging to my waist, and the scent of her release still thick in the air and all over my fingers.
The second I reached the counter, I sat her on it, gripping her hips to keep her steady as I stepped back just enough to look at her. She was a fucking vision—half-dressed, dazed from passion, but still needy and desperate. Her bra was shoved down, exposing her flushed, heaving tits. Her lips were parted, cheeks pink, and eyes glazed over with raw, aching need.
My hands gripped her knees and pushed them open. She didn’t fight me, and I smiled darkly. “Good girl.”