Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I push her back onto the silk sheets, my mouth finding the sensitive skin of her neck, trailing kisses down to the valley between her breasts. She smells like heaven and tastes like all my fantasies rolled into one. My hands explore every inch of her, memorizing the silk of her thighs and the way her breath catches when I touch the sensitive skin of her inner knees. I move lower, my fingers finding the damp heat between her legs. She’s soaking wet, her pussy clenching rhythmically as I slide two fingers inside her, testing the heat and depth of her. She’s so tight, so ready, that I have to grind my teeth to keep from losing it.
"Fuck, Tinsley," I groan, my thumb circling her clit with a steady pressure until she’s arching off the bed, her nails raking down my back. "You’re so tight. So wet for me. Tell me you want me."
"Hudson, please," she gasps. Her voice is raw, stripped of all the New York polish. "I need you inside me. Now. No more waiting."
I don’t need to be told twice. I move between her legs, the head of my cock brushing against her slick, swollen entrance. I take a breath, trying to hold on to the last shred of my control, but when she looks up at me with those aqua eyes full of trust and heat, the tether snaps. I drive into her in one deep, steady thrust. My erection stretches her inner walls, and she lets out a strangled cry that causes my balls to draw up tight. Her eyes fly wide, her hands gripping my biceps as she adjusts to the size of me. I watch as I disappear inside her, inch by inch, until we’re locked together.
I freeze, buried deep inside her, my muscles locked with the effort of not coming instantly. The feeling of her walls wrapping around me is the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced. "Did I hurt you?"
"No," she whispers, her hips tilting up to meet me, taking me even deeper until there’s no space left between us. "You’re so big. You fill everything. There’s no room for anything else."
"Good," I hiss, fisting my hands in the sheets on either side of her head, pinning her to the mattress with the weight of my body and my intent. "That’s exactly where I want to be."
I begin to move, a slow, punishing rhythm that makes her eyes roll back in her head. I watch her face, the way her lips part and her chest heaves, her breasts bouncing with the force of my movements. She looks like a goddess, and I’m just a man lucky enough to worship at her altar. I increase the speed, my breath coming in harsh, ragged bursts. The sound of our bodies meeting, the wet slap of skin on skin, fills the quiet room around us.
"You like that?" I ask, my voice thick with lust and a possessiveness that I no longer care to hide. "You like having my cock deep inside your pretty pussy, taking everything I have to give?"
"Yes," she moans, her head thrashing against the pillow, her hair a wild halo of copper. "God, yes. Fuck me harder, Hudson. Don’t be gentle."
I oblige, my control evaporating as the friction becomes unbearable, the pleasure reaching a screaming peak. I can feel her walls tightening around me, pulsing as she nears the edge, and the sight of her coming undone is the most powerful thing I’ve ever witnessed.
"Look at me, Tinsley. Look at me," I command, and when she opens her eyes, I see the exact moment she shatters. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, milking me with a desperate, rhythmic intensity that sends me crashing over the edge. I explode inside her, a violent, bone-deep release that leaves me shaking, filling her with hot spurts of everything I have. I collapse against her, burying my face in the crook of her neck.
We stay like that for a long time, the only sound the ragged gasps of our breath and our hearts racing in a frantic, synchronized duet. Her arms wrap around my neck, her fingers gently stroking the hair at the nape, and for the first time in my life, I feel a settling calm move over me.
I eventually roll to the side, taking her with me so we’re lying chest to chest, our legs still tangled. I pull her tight against me my side and run my hand slowly up and down her back.
For the first time since I can remember, I feel whole. Like maybe this is what the old men meant when they talked about finding your match. Your equal. The person who takes you apart and puts you back together, new and better than before.
She’s already half asleep on my chest, her hand spread over my heart like she’s staking a claim.