Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
In reality, I would’ve killed any motherfucker who heard my woman’s pleasure, but I wanted every cry, every whimper, every scream. And I wanted her to know who they were for.
“Torin!” she shouted. “Yes! Oh, yes!”
She bucked against me, wild, caught between pain and ecstasy, and I praised her for it. “That’s my sweet girl. Obeying, opening, giving me everything.”
I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. My hips snapped and my thighs slapped, sweat flying. I bent over her, biting her shoulder, breathing her in—salt, heat, and pure possession. Her tight little body milked me like her pussy had been built to lock down on me and only me.
She felt so hot and silky wrapped around me. Fuck. So amazing. I’d never felt anything—oh shit. That was when the thought hit. I wasn’t wearing a condom. I was buried raw inside her, pumping deep, grinding where she needed it, and all I could think was how easy it would be to spill in her, knock her up, and make sure every damn man knew who she belonged to.
My hips slammed harder, deeper, feral now, my voice breaking low and filthy in her ear.
“You feel that? That’s me claiming you, baby. Filling you so deep you’ll never forget. Gonna fuck you full until you can’t even think of another man without dripping my come down your thighs.”
“Oh, Torin! Yes! Don’t stop!” Her strangled cry tore loose, her inner walls clamping like a vise, shivering on the edge of climax. I could feel it building, the moment she’d break.
Quickly, I withdrew and pulled her up, then spun her around and pushed her back down onto the bench before slamming back in, going deep enough for the tip of my dick to bump her cervix. An image of Jana flashed in my mind. Naked except for a special leather vest, her stomach swollen and round…fuck!
Her whole body went tight, trembling under me, and then she shattered—green eyes squeezing shut and freckles flushed dark against sweat-damp skin as her scream ripped raw out of her throat. The sound detonated what little control I had left.
“Jana! Oh fuck, baby! Fuck!” The roar tore from my chest, savage and guttural, as I drove into the base and held there. My cock jerked, pulsed, and spilled deep. Hot and endless, like every ounce of restraint I’d bottled up since the second she walked into my world had been waiting for this moment to erupt inside her.
I kept her pinned flat to the bench, my chest molded to her chest, breath ragged against her neck, hips grinding shallow to make sure she took all of it. Her slick heat clutched me like she never wanted to let go, and I didn’t fucking plan on giving her the chance.
“Mine,” I snarled into her ear, teeth scraping her damp skin. “Say it—fucking mine.”
“Yours,” she gasped, voice shaking, broken by aftershocks, and it only made me rut harder, slower, forcing every last drop as deep as it could go.
“That’s it,” I groaned, biting down on her shoulder while my hips rolled, my cock still twitching inside her. “Squeeze me dry. Take every drop, baby. Every. Fucking. Drop.”
She sagged beneath me, but her body kept milking me. Greedy, perfect, and branded from the inside out.
I didn’t pull out. Couldn’t yet. Instead, I grabbed her hips and shifted us, hauling her upright and settling her into my lap, making sure my cock stayed buried deep where it belonged. She straddled me on the bench, legs spread over my thighs, her skin slick and hot against mine.
My chest heaved against hers, every rough breath pulling in her scent—something sweet and tantalizing underneath gasoline and shop dust. She was flushed, and her pretty freckles stood out. Her hair was damp, strands of red sticking to her temples and down her neck. And her lips were parted, gasping, like she was still trying to catch up with what the hell had just happened.
My cock flexed, and she mewled, making me smirk as I whispered in her ear. “No one else gets this. No one. It’ll only ever be me buried this deep inside you.”
Her thighs slid against my jeans, soft skin scraping denim, and the angle forced her body wide open for me. I glanced down between us and nearly lost my sanity. She was swollen, slick, and still hugging my shaft like her pussy had decided it couldn't let me go yet. Our mixed come slid down my thighs, and the sight alone had a rumble vibrating low in my throat, my cock twitching as it started to harden again inside her.
“Look at you, baby,” I groaned. “Tight, swollen, dripping all over me. Swallowing my cock like it doesn’t want me to leave. This greedy pussy knows who it fucking belongs to.”
I cupped the back of her neck, pulled her forward, and crushed my mouth to hers. The kiss was filthy, tender, and desperate all at once—teeth clashing, lips sliding, both of us panting into each other. She tasted like the raw edge of surrender she’d just given me.