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)
I reach over and scoop up Alfred, who is all dead weight in my arms. He twitches awake, licks my wrist with his sandpaper tongue, and promptly falls asleep again as I gently deposit him onto his donut bed in the corner. He lets out a long grumble and begins snoring before I’m even back in bed.
Now it’s just us, the silence, and the air thick with heat. I slide closer to Isla, tuck a hand under the curve of her waist, and press my lips to the warm, sleep-soft skin at the nape of her neck. She stirs, shivering, her whole body arching back into me, and I feel my cock wedge perfectly into the valley between her thighs.
Holy fuck, she’s a goddamn masterpiece sprawled out in the bed, her body a sin I’d happily confess to over and over again. Her messy hair is a halo of chaos, her skin still warm from sleep, smelling like vanilla mixed with her own delicate scent. It’s an intoxicating mix, and I’m already hard as a fucking rock just breathing her in. My fingers glide down her arm, tracing every freckle like I’m charting constellations on her flesh. Her back presses against my chest, and I bury my nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent until my dick throbs so hard it’s practically begging for release.
She lets out this soft, low moan as her hand reaches back and grabs my hip.
The way she wiggles her ass against me is definitely intentional. I groan, the sound vibrating against her shoulder blade, and my hands start wandering like I’m on a goddamn scavenger hunt for her sweetest spots. My fingers slide over the curve of her hip, dip lower, and fuck me, she’s already wet. Slick, hot, and ready for me.
“Not morning yet,” she mumbles, but there’s a smirk in her voice, and her pulse is racing like she’s already fucking planning round two.
“I couldn’t wait,” I growl, my fingers sliding deeper between her thighs, teasing her dripping slit. She lets out this half-laugh, half-gasp that drives me wild, and I’m already picturing her on top of me, riding me like she owns me.
Then she twists in my grip, rolling to face me, her eyes heavy but burning with this feral, midnight hunger that makes my cock twitch. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me into a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and fucking fire. She tastes like sin and mint, and I’m addicted. “You’re insatiable,” she says, but she’s grinding against my hand, her hips moving like she’s begging for more.
“And you’re fucking irresistible,” I growl, slipping two fingers inside her tight, wet heat. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders, and I can feel her walls clenching around me like she’s trying to milk every last drop of self-control out of me. “You wanna ride me, baby?” I whisper against her lips, my voice rough with need.
She doesn’t answer—she just smirks and climbs on top of me, straddling my hips like she’s about to fucking own me. Her hands grip my shoulders, and she lowers herself onto my aching cock, inch by fucking inch, until I’m buried to the hilt. She’s so tight, so goddamn perfect, and I swear I’m already on the edge just from the way her perfect pussy is squeezing me. She starts moving, her hips rocking in this slow, teasing rhythm that drives me fucking insane. Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I can’t resist grabbing them, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she’s moaning my name.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I groan, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, guiding her movements as she rides me harder, faster. Her nails rake down my chest, and I’m pretty sure I’m gonna have marks later, but I don’t give a fuck. She’s worth every scratch, every bite, every goddamn bruise.
Her head falls back, her hair cascading down her shoulders, and she’s fucking glowing in the dim light of dawn. “I’m close,” she moans, her voice shaky with pleasure, and I feel her walls clench tightly around my cock.
I press my thumb against her clit, whispering, “Come for me, baby.”
I thrust upward to meet her every move. Her eyes snap open, locking with mine, and she lets out this guttural scream as she shatters around me. Her orgasm triggers mine. As I come, I fill her up, branding her as mine.
She collapses onto my chest, her breathing ragged, and I’m pretty sure I just died and went to fucking heaven. “You’re gonna kill me,” she mutters, but there’s a smile in her voice, and I can already feel her body stirring against mine, ready for round two.
“Can’t help it,” I say, voice rough. “You turn me into an animal.”
She laughs, bright and a little wicked, and for a second, we’re both just suspended there, tangled in each other.