Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“I don’t need a minute.”
But then those massive arms close entirely around me, hauling me in against his chest as he settles with his head beside mine on the pillows. It’s been a long day. It’s been a long few weeks, a few months, and a few years. Have I been happy? Yes, absolutely. But have I also been stressed, scared, sad, exhausted, and doubtful? Yes to that too.
“Sometimes, we all just need a minute.” Thorn’s rich, deep voice drifts into my ear as his warmth pours into me.
It feels so good to be held. It’s so, so good that I can feel my eyes getting wet. I wriggle back against him, craving more, and I feel the hard line of his cock wedge between my butt cheeks. I just had an earth-shaking orgasm, but I want more. I want to feel him inside me. I want him to feel good too.
I turn around and find his mouth in the dark. I slip my hands over his shoulders and dig my nails in as I plaster my body against his. There’s so much more of him than there is of me. He’s so freaking massive, and my god, it’s so hot to be dwarfed by him like this. He kisses me roughly, and I give it back to him just as roughly and desperately. I stroke his tongue, and we get hotter and hotter until I break the kiss and move my mouth to his jaw. I kiss over his stubbled chin and down his neck. I love that he growls again, unable to help himself.
I’m not gentle there either, scraping my teeth over his skin. I kiss a path to one perfect pec and circle his nipple with my tongue.
“Holy fuck, Ephemeral.”
He echoes my movement, circling my nipple and pinching, but he doesn’t stop there. His fingers trace my folds and press into my clit. I mewl, digging my nails harder into his shoulder.
“Please take off your pants, Thorn.”
“Fuck,” he grunts. “You sound so pretty saying please.”
This man has hidden talents because while on his side, he gets his pants undone and manages to tear them away. Then, he wriggles again, freeing himself from his boxers.
I get my hand on his cock before he does, and I stroke down the thick, perfect length of him. He wasn’t kidding about this. It’s straight past cucumber and into zucchini territory. Maybe the eggplant emoji really is onto something.
I can’t see him properly in the dark, but my hand isn’t telling any lies. He’s thick and hot, his skin velvet soft, with no huge veins popping out all over. Gorgeous. I know he’d have a lovely pleasure stick if I could see it in the light.
I circle him hard with a closed fist and pump my hand up and down his length. He gets wet, beads of precum rolling from the swollen tip onto my hand so I can spread it down his whole length.
“Eff,” he groans. Part of my name, I think, and not his G-rated version of fuck, though it could be either.
“I’m on the pill. I never went off of it, even though I…well…there hasn’t been anyone for years.”
“Me too.”
“You’re on the pill? I wasn’t aware they—”
He grabs my ass, flips us around, and hoists me on top. “Saucy. I like that.”
I grab his cock again, which makes his hips surge up. Then I run my hand up and down his length again and again, loving the way his body rises to meet me. He trembles beneath me. Me, who has to be half his weight and so much smaller.
He lets me have my way with him, but he’s not letting me off easy. He tangles his fingers in my hair and brings my mouth to his, meeting me halfway. His chest crushes against mine, my hard nipples mash into his hard muscles, and my feet extend out behind him, unfolding and digging into the sheets. His cock is trapped against my stomach, still in my hand. He punishes my mouth, kissing me breathlessly and then further, making literal bright spots burst in my eyes.
I need oxygen, and he lets me have it before he kisses the hell out of me again.
I love that when I stroke his cock, wrap my hand around the tip, and press my thumb along the ridge, along all those sensitive spots, he gasps against my lips.
I wriggle out of his arms, and when I look up at him and see the bright question in his eyes, it almost breaks my heart.
I’m so going nowhere.
Nowhere but down to his lap.
“Ephemeral?”
I lower my hand to the base of his cock. Not that his cock needs any holding because he’s so hard that it’s standing right up in the air, but because there’s no way I’m going to be able to take all of him into my mouth.