Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
I gasped at the feel of him prodding me as he guided his cock to my entrance. He braced his hands over my head and broke the kiss as he pushed inside me. My hands found his waist, sliding around his strong back to hold on. His skin felt so hot to the touch. We were both burning up for each other.
A sharp, uncomfortable sensation took me by surprise, and I let out a little cry that had Baird freezing mid push.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice hoarse with need.
I nodded frantically. “Just … big. But don’t stop.”
“Fuck.” He gritted his teeth and carefully pressed in until I wasn’t sure he could go any farther.
“Bear!”
“You okay?” he bit out again.
“I just … I need a minute.” My fingernails were digging into his back, I realized. “Sorry.” I gentled my touch.
“Don’t apologize.” He shook his head, arms trembling as he kept himself still. “Everything about you feels fucking amazing.” His eyes were glazed with need. “You feel amazing.”
My inner muscles clenched around his cock in response to his words, and he grunted.
The fullness of him was feeling good now.
Really good.
“You can move,” I told him softly, stroking his back.
“You sure?”
I loved that he wanted me to be totally sure, even though he was clearly using a lot of control to stop himself from thrusting.
“Yes.”
Baird began to withdraw slowly, his teeth gritting as I gasped at the pleasurable drag of his cock against my inner muscles.
“Good?”
I made a mewing sound as my nails dug in again, my thighs tensing against his hips. “Don’t stop.”
He gave an experimental thrust and my back arched with the sensation. I planted my feet on the bed and lifted my hips against his.
“Jesus.” Baird gripped my right hip to hold me down. “I’ll blow if you start fucking me from the bottom.”
“Then speed up,” I pleaded. “Harder. Faster.”
“Don’t need to ask me twice, beautiful.” He pushed up onto his knees, gripping my arse in his strong hold to lift it off the bed.
“What the—ahh!”
He drove into me, harder, faster, just as I’d asked.
And the way he held me I couldn’t do anything but take it, to watch him taking me.
It was the sexiest moment of my goddamn life.
Baird’s gaze swept over me like he didn’t know where to look next. My face, my breasts as they trembled against his drives, between my thighs where his cock pushed in and out. No man had ever looked at me like this during sex. Like he wanted to eat me alive.
It made me feel powerful.
Beautiful.
And strangely safe.
Seeing his eyes flare every time I whimpered in pleasure, I let my cries out. Will had always asked me to keep it down during sex because of his neighbors.
But I naturally wanted to be loud.
Loud was hot.
Baird thought so too, his drives quicker and harder as my cries of pleasure grew in volume.
“Come, My!” he gasped out. “Come for me. Fuck, I’ve dreamed of you coming for me.”
That was it.
The final trigger.
The tension inside of me shattered, and I was aware of how tight my pussy muscles throbbed around Baird’s cock because the sensation prolonged my climax. But mostly I was trying to process the mind-blowing experience of the best orgasm of my life. Because of that, I almost missed Baird’s reaction.
His eyes and nostrils flared as his grip on me loosened with a “Fuck! Me!” Then I felt the pulse of his cock as he released into the condom.
Baird’s hips jerked and shuddered and then he collapsed over me, his face in my neck, his hands coasting absentmindedly over my breasts, squeezing roughly as his hips continued to shake against mine.
He groaned, long and deep into my neck, his thumbs scraping over my nipples making me shiver.
Then there was only the sound of our harsh, labored breathing.
My limbs felt like jelly, and I was pretty sure we’d fully merged with his mattress.
Eventually, we caught our breaths and Baird pushed off me to stare down at my face. His was now relaxed, satiated.
“That was …” I let out a little laugh of disbelief. “I didn’t know … wow.”
Baird’s grin was slow but affectionate … and awed too. “I didn’t know either. Guess sex really is better when …” His words trailed off and he lowered his eyes. “When it’s you.”
It seemed like he was about to say something else, but I was too doped up on endorphins to pursue it. Instead, I cupped his face in my hand and replied, “When it’s you too.”
Baird kissed me in answer, and I was shocked by how quickly my skin flushed again, how I pulsed around his cock. I wanted him. Usually after sex I was sleepy and ready for bed. But it was still early, and I felt energized. He broke the kiss, searching my face. “You got another round in you?”