Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
This girl—this once-in-a-lifetime, mind-blowing girl who made him feel vulnerable and victorious at the same time—pulled her own panties down in one graceful forward bend. By the time she straightened, dangling them from her index finger and tossing them onto the forest floor, Robbie was in some kind of fevered trance and Skylar was the pocket watch swinging back and forth in front of his face.
“Come here,” he said, shuddering when she lifted the front of her pleated skirt, letting him see her pussy. Teasing him with a side-to-side sway of her hips and Jesus Christ, he could already see the outline of her nipples through the wet dress, so he was done. Cooked. As horny as a man could get without dying. “Get up here . . .” He pulled her close by the cheeks of her ass, lifting until her toes were barely brushing the ground. “Or I’ll put you up here.”
With an expression of mock innocence, she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Like this, Robbie?”
I’m not going to survive. “Finally discovered your power over me, didn’t you?” He reached behind Skylar, fisting his dick and dragging it down the rain-drenched split of her backside, earning himself a gasp and a jerk of her legs, a whimper when he finally positioned the head at the entrance of her cunt. “I have a little power over you, too, though, don’t I?”
“You have a lot of it, actually,” she whispered jaggedly. “More than you think.”
Trying his best not to be overcome, Robbie tucked the sensitive tip of his cock into her perfect warmth and thrust up, hard, hips tilting to get himself as deep as possible while she struggled through the pressure of being joined at this angle, her thighs vibrating around his hips from the invasion, but loving it. Loving it. Her mouth told him so, giving him tongue and murmuring his name, even as she squirmed, driving him fucking crazy. “Tell me, then.”
“I need you.” Skylar wrapped her arms around his head, sobbing near his forehead as he started to bounce her, her rear end gripped tightly in his hands. “I need you, I need you.”
His pace picked up, because he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help the raw upward slap of his hips or the frantic whirlwind in his chest, his belly, his head. He fucked her hard and fast, like an animal, in painful heat over the jiggle of her tits against his chest, the way his cock sounded like wet suction every time it entered her, his lips in a snarl against her throat. Oh my God. Oh my God. “I need you, too, baby. All the time. So goddamn bad. You’re my girlfriend. You’re mine.”
These were not questions. They were statements. No one fucked like this, like their souls were bleeding, and left questions hanging in the air.
And when she said, “Yours. Yours,” hot moisture pressed in behind his eyes and his knees almost lost their ability to function, gratitude hit him with such a blow. As it was, he stumbled slightly to the right before catching himself and going after her orgasm with a single-minded obsession, latching his teeth to the curve of her neck with a ragged sound he hoped, he prayed, she interpreted as a thank you, thank you, I won’t let you down. But he never found out if she translated him correctly, because she said, “Come as deep as you can, pleasepleaseplease, I love the way it feels,” and he nearly blacked out, every thought but one leaking out of his ears, especially when her thighs flexed and trembled around his waist, her cunt tightening around him like a motherfucking knot.
“Good. You’re about to get some.” He bit down hard on his bottom lip as the tremor started in his spine, his groin, everywhere, rattling him like windowpanes during an earthquake. “Every part of me, inside and out, is yours. Every fucking day of the week.”
They shook through the end, trapped against each other as the release pitched and battered them, moisture from their bodies sliding down skin, mouths gasping and kissing, hands bruising, hips grinding, grinding, bucking, rain sizzling on their hot skin. She cried out and he knew that meant her thighs were going to drop, powerless, so he clutched her ass tighter and tilted his hips to compensate, bouncing her several more times to get rid of the pain, the perfect agony that came from being vulnerable with his person.
This is my person.
He’d known it the minute she’d mouthed fuck you at him at the baseball field . . . and shit, why was thinking about that making him emotional? Combined with the way she clung to him now, breathing so sweetly and erratically into his neck, he didn’t stand a chance. Emotions were happening. Every last one of them. All for this girl.