Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
I sob, pressing back against him.
"You love this shit, don't you?" he growls, ripping my pants down to my ankles.
"Yes." I'm not going to lie to the man. I love everything about this.
"I know." He nips the side of my throat, his breath hot against my skin. "I read your book after you went to bed last night, Loralei. Every fucking word."
I sob his name, choking on a whimper.
One thick finger presses into me, stretching me. My head falls back against his chest, a moan tumbling from my lips.
"I was hard all night, thinking about you getting yourself off, reading the things you do." He groans, biting my shoulder. "Fucking hell, Loralei. I'm so hard for you."
"Then d-do something about it."
"Plan on it," he growls, spinning me around. Our eyes meet for a split second before he's boosting me up. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his shoulders. He kisses me sweetly, so much softer than I anticipated. "Let me in, sweetness."
"Ash," I whimper, writhing against the rough bark as he lines up at my entrance and then pauses, meeting my gaze again.
For a long moment, he just lingers there, watching my face. There's so much softness in his gaze, so much sweetness that it's unexpected. He just chased me down, and now he's being gentle. It's too much and not enough at the same time.
"Stay with me," he whispers, a plea in his voice that's more vulnerable than I expected. "Don't leave today."
I don't even hesitate. I can't, not when he's looking at me like his whole world might hinge on my answer. "Yes."
His forehead drops to mine as he lowers me onto his cock. My body stretches to accommodate him, my nails digging into his shoulder blades. He's so fucking big. God, he feels like he's splitting me in two in the best way.
He lowers me little by little, inch by perfect inch until I'm flush against him, his cock buried to the hilt inside me. And then he pauses, his breath shaking on his lips. "You good, baby?"
"Perfect," I whisper.
He just grins in response and kisses me again.
And then he moves, lifting me up slightly before dropping me again. I gasp, clutching at his shoulders.
"More?" he asks.
"Yes, more."
He groans, burying his face in my throat, and gives me exactly what I asked for. He fucks me like he means it, lifting me almost all the way off his cock before dropping me. I bounce every time I land, forcing him a little deeper.
He growls every time, one hand digging into my hip. "Goddamn, you look so fucking good wrapped around me, Loralei. I might keep you on my cock all day, just so I can keep watching that perfect face."
"Ash, please."
"What do you need, baby? Tell me, and you've got it."
"Harder!"
"Like this?" He slams into me, driving me back against the tree.
I shout his name, clawing at his arms.
"I'll take that as a yes," he says through a chuckle, then does it again and again. Within seconds, he's fucking me too hard to talk. And I'm too far gone to do anything but take every perfect, savage thrust.
"The canyon sounds beautiful when it's full of your pleasure, Loralei," he murmurs, his lips at my ear. "Keep singing for me."
I sob his name, and then scream it when he hits some spot inside that has me unraveling instantly. I come so hard I lose track of everything except the sound of his voice in my ear, whispering praise and filth in equal measure.
When I come back to myself, he isn't done with me. He just kisses me and keeps going, driving me right back up the ledge. But this time, I beg him to go over with me. I want to feel it. I want him inside me, spilling out of me. I don't care if it's dangerous, reckless, or stupid. I want it anyway.
"I almost pushed it inside you last night," he groans, fucking into me again and again. "I wanted you marked inside and out so fucking badly."
"Do it now," I beg. "I want it, Ash."
"Christ," he groans, slipping one hand between us to grind perfect circles around my clit. "You want me to fill you up, baby? Want me to breed this perfect pussy?"
"Yes!" I sob, already unraveling around him.
He growls my name, slamming me down on him again and then again. I detonate with a sharp cry, coming in powerful waves that leave me boneless on top of him. He plants himself deep, snarling my name, and then I feel him spilling into me.
I choke on his name, collapsing forward against his chest. He catches me, holding me tightly. And for one split second, I let myself hope that he never lets me go.
Chapter Seven
Ash
"Can I ask you a question?" Loralei asks over lunch, peeking at me from beneath her lashes from the opposite side of the small kitchen table. Sunlight streams through the large windows all around the room, catching on lighter strands of her hair. She's dressed in her own clothes again. There was no other choice. By the time we made it back to the cabin, her borrowed sweats and t-shirt were covered in mud. So was she.