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)
This is my legs being lifted in the air and fitted against his strong, broad shoulders. He tucks a hand under my hips, and the other positions his cock at my entrance.
“I want you to know that I’m also on a dry spell. It’s been…erm…an embarrassingly long time.”
“I don’t think any amount of time is embarrassing if it doesn’t feel right.”
His nostrils flare just once, and his right eye twitches. Even in the dark, I see it. “Thank you.”
“Yeah,” I whisper. “No problem. I mean it. Oh. Oh, my holy rainbows in space. Wow.”
He pushes into me with a slight flex of his hips, and even that little bit stretches me so wide. It’s not because I’m not warmed up already, soaking wet, beyond ready, or because, as I said, it’s been a while. It will stretch regardless because Thorn is not tiny.
I gasp, and he halts so damn fast. “Oh my god. Should I stop?”
“If you stop, I swear I’ll hate you forever.”
“Lifetime hate. Ouch. That’s a hard one to come back from. I should probably keep going.”
“You probably should.”
I close my eyes and brace myself, but it’s not going to work.
“Can you keep your eyes on me, baby? I want to make sure you’re okay,” he grunts.
I snap them open. “You just want me to watch you doing filthy things to me, you kinky bastard.”
That, of all things, finally cracks a huge grin across his face. “Is it so obvious?”
“Yes. But just so you know, kinky bastard is a compliment.” If only he had half an idea of the thoughts he’s unlocked inside my brain.
I grab the sheets, trying to get a handhold as he flexes his hips forward and sinks into me slowly. I pant and writhe, and shit, it hurts more than a little, but the way I move against him helps, and after a few seconds, the burn turns into a different kind of burn entirely. He’s so huge, and I’m so tight. I love the way it feels to have him inside me, even halfway. My walls clench around him, and the further he goes, the fuller I feel.
“Holy shit, Ephemeral,” Thorn groans. He bends forward and grasps my hands, threading our fingers together. “You’re so tight. So hot. So wet.”
“Come here,” I mewl. “Please.”
He bends even further, arranges my legs so my heels are on the edge of the bed, and braces himself over me with a hand by my shoulder. He lifts the other, keeping our fingers joined. The new position allows him to thrust inside me all the way, but now I can get my hips up and give him room.
I dig my nails into his shoulder so that when he pulls out and slams back into me, I’m not wrenched halfway up the bed.
If I asked for gentle, I’m sure Thorn would have given it to me. For hours. As it is, I can’t take that kind of edging. I don’t want to hang on the precipice without getting pushed over. I want it hard and rough. I want it such that I can barely take it. Barely stand it. I want it exactly the way he’s giving me, filling me so fully with his hard, long, and furious strokes.
He claims my mouth the way he’s branding my body—not exactly gentle, but not rough either. Just perfect. I kiss him back, wriggling and bucking under him so I can keep taking him and directing him to all the right spots. If I lift up when he thrusts forward, it helps me open up just a little bit wider for him.
We’re both amped up and wild. The half-blowjob I gave him obviously turned him into a wild animal, and it had the same effect on me.
I grasp his chin and tilt his face, half so I can take a breath between kisses and half so I can latch my mouth to that perfect, strong column. He tastes divine, and the way my tongue finds his pulse point, which is beating wildly against the tender, vulnerable skin there, drives me half wild.
“Please,” I whisper. “Please.” That’s a whimper. “Please…”
He thrusts harder, so hard that my breasts start to bounce against his chest, scraping my hard nipples painfully against the hard wall of muscle. I might be tiny, but I hold my own, grinding my hips into each thrust until, at last, he fully bottoms out inside me, hitting the mythical sweet spot that I’ve never managed to get to myself.
I shatter, going straight over the edge into a precipice of pure pleasure. It’s not just a full-body orgasm that rips through me. It’s in my mind, too, the white-hot heat, the delicious lights, the frenzied waves.
Thorn grips my hips, helping me to ride it out, but I can tell he’s close from the way the pace goes uncontrolled. “Can I come inside you?”