Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
She picks up speed, bouncing on me faster, her breasts bouncing with every movement. I keep my hands above my head, gripping the back of the couch so hard my knuckles are white.
“God, you look so fucking sexy riding me,” I tell her, voice wrecked. “Those tits bouncing, your pussy taking every inch. You’re so perfect. I’m yours. Use me. Fuck me however you want.”
She leans forward, changing the angle, and kisses me hard while she grinds down on me. “You feel so deep like this,” she moans. “I can feel you in my stomach.”
I groan into her mouth. “That is it, baby. Take all of me. I love how you use my cock. You’re going to make me fucking come so hard if you keep riding me like that.”
She sits up again, riding me harder, faster. Her hand slides down to rub her clit while she fucks me. I watch her, mesmerized, my dirty talk spilling out nonstop.
“Look at you, touching yourself while you fuck me. So fucking hot. You’re going to come again, aren’t you? Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you squeeze me while you fall apart. I want to feel it. I want to feel you milk every drop out of me when I fill you up.”
Her movements become erratic, her breathing ragged. “I’m close, Poe. So close.”
“Come for me,” I beg. “Come all over my cock. Be a good girl and come for your good boy.”
She cries out, body shaking as she comes hard, walls clamping down around me. I grit my teeth, holding back, letting her ride it out.
When she finally slows, she leans down and kisses me softly. “You did so well. Now you can come. Fill me up, good boy. I want to feel you.”
I thrust up into her, chasing my own release. “Fuck, yes. I’m going to fill you so full. This pussy’s gonna be dripping with me. I’m yours, Orchid. All fucking yours.”
I come with a deep groan, hips jerking as I spill inside her, pulse after pulse of heat. She kisses me through it, swallowing my moans, holding me close.
We stay connected for a long time afterward, breathing each other in, bodies slick and trembling. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her down against my chest.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper. “Whatever happens next, I’ve got you.” I almost tell her I love her, and it wouldn’t be a lie, but instead I just keep holding her.
She curls into me, her heartbeat steady against mine, and for the first time in what feels like forever, the cage doesn’t feel like a cage anymore.
It feels like we’re a team, working together.
THIRTY-FOUR
ORCHID
The room is dark and quiet when I finally drift off, wrapped in Poe’s arms, his heartbeat a steady rhythm against my back. Exhaustion pulls me under fast, the kind that comes after too much adrenaline, too much pleasure, and too many truths all at once. For the first time in what feels like forever, sleep is deep and dreamless.
Until it’s not.
I wake slowly to the feeling of gentle hands and the soft press of warm lips against my bare shoulder. The bedside lamp is on low, casting a warm golden glow across the bed. Poe’s leaning over me, his eyes soft in the dim light, his hair messy from sleep. One of his hands is stroking slowly up and down my side, fingertips tracing the curve of my waist like he can’t stop touching me.
“Hey,” he whispers, voice rough with sleep and something deeper. “Come with me, baby.”
Before I can ask what’s happening, he slides his arms under me and lifts me effortlessly against his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck, still half-asleep, and let him carry me out of the bedroom and down the hall. His bare feet are silent on the hardwood. The house is completely quiet except for our breathing and the faint creak of the floorboards. I press my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the warm, familiar scent of him, and feel safe in a way I haven’t felt in years.
He carries me into the bathroom and sets me gently on the edge of the large tub. The water is already running, steam rising in lazy, fragrant curls. He must have slipped out earlier to start it. The scent of the lavender bath oil I like fills the air, warm and soothing, mixing with the faint smell of his skin. He kneels in front of me, completely naked, and looks up at me with those dark, intense eyes.
“You’ve been carrying so much for so long,” he says softly, his hands resting on my thighs. “Tonight, let me carry you. Let me take care of you.”
I nod, too moved to speak. He steps into the tub first and reaches for me. I let him guide me in, settling between his legs with my back against his chest. The water is the perfect temperature, enveloping us both in heat. My muscles relax instantly. He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me close, his chin resting on my shoulder, his lips brushing my neck.