Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27101 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“You did that to me,” I breathe, my voice shaking with need.
“Good,” he growls, his fingers pushing past the barrier of my underwear, finding that swollen, aching spot that’s begging for attention. And when he touches me there? I see stars. My legs shake, and I cling to him like he’s the only thing keeping me upright.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers, his voice rough and commanding.
“You,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Just you.”
And then he lifts me against his hard body and presses me against the cool wall, his mouth never leaving mine. His cock grinds against me like he’s trying to make me come just from the friction alone.
“Say it again,” he growls, his voice all gravel and need. His breath is hot against my neck, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body, a furnace of pure, unhinged lust.
“You,” I moan, the word slipping out like a prayer or a curse; I don’t even know anymore. My head thuds back against the wall, and I’m trembling, my thighs already slick with anticipation. “God, take me already.”
He kisses me like he’s starving. His tongue is hot and insistent, sliding against mine in a rhythm that’s already got me squirming. He tastes like coffee and peppermint and something darker, something wild and electric that sends shockwaves straight to my dripping pussy.
His lips leave mine, trailing down my neck, nipping and sucking until I’m gasping, my nails clawing at his shoulders. “Please,” I whine, arching into him, desperate for more. “Please, just—“
He slides his finger through my slick folds, teasing my clit with just enough pressure to make me whimper. “You want me to fuck you that bad, huh?”
“Yes,” I choke out, my hips bucking against his hand. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He lets out a dark laugh, low and dangerous, and then he’s carrying me to my bedroom like I weigh nothing. He drops me on the bed and steps back to quickly rip away his clothes. I barely have time to appreciate his Greek god level body before he’s crawling back over me. His cock brushes against my entrance, and my mind shuts down as my body begs for him to just take me already.
But he’s in no hurry. He pushes into me slowly, inch by torturous inch, stretching me wide until I’m panting, my walls clenching around him like a vice. “Fuck,” he growls, his forehead pressed against mine. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
I’m too far gone to even respond, my moans spilling out uncontrolled as he finally sheathes himself fully inside me. He pauses for a moment, his breath hitching, and then he’s pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in, hard and deep, hitting a spot that makes me see stars.
“That’s it,” he growls, his hands gripping my hips, holding me steady as he sets a brutal pace. “Take it. Take every fucking inch.”
I scream his name as my nails dig into his back, my legs locked around him as he frantically pounds into me. With every thrust, his cock drags against my walls, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body. I can feel him everywhere, and it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
He groans, his rhythm faltering for a moment, and then he’s reaching between us, his thumb circling my clit with a precision that has me screaming his name. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, and my body convulses around him. My inner muscles clamp down on his cock like I’m trying to milk every single drop out of him.
“Fuck,” he snarls, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes, hot and thick, filling me up.
And then he collapses next to me, dragging me with him. He’s still inside me, his cock twitching as he softens, and I can feel his cum leaking out, trailing down my thighs.
“Damn,” I whisper, my voice hoarse, my legs trembling.
He chuckles, low and dark, his lips brushing against my ear. “Damn right.”
CHAPTER NINE
DAWSON
I wake up suffocating under the world’s heaviest, furriest security blanket. My head feels like it’s been wrapped in a space helmet made out of cat. I crack one eye and find the sun has already climbed over the blinds, stripes of gold leaking across the foot of the bed and up onto Isla’s bare back.
Her blonde hair is a bird’s nest splayed over the pillow, one arm thrown across my stomach and her left leg hooked over mine like she’s afraid I might escape. I can still smell her perfume on the sheets—a mix of vanilla and some kind of flowery thing I can’t identify, but fuck if it doesn’t make my chest ache.
I try to shift, but something hard and bony whacks my chin. Oreo. That evil genius feline is sprawled across my skull, his little murder mittens kneading the side of my head, face mashed against my temple, purring like a lawnmower. He’s got his claws deep in my hair, and every time I move, he latches on tighter. I think I heard once that when a cat sleeps on you, it means you’re accepted into the pride. I’m not sure if it’s that or if Oreo’s just making sure I don’t fuck up his kingdom by moving an inch.