Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“So bossy,” he murmurs, pushing himself inside of me, and shockingly, there’s no pain. An uncomfortable stretch, sure. But no pain.
Except Orion’s as still as a statue. “What’s wrong?” I ask, trailing my hands over his pecs and shoulders.
An almost pained expression crosses his face. “So tight.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass. “Is that a bad thing?”
“Feels like you’re strangling my dick.” He flexes his hips forward ever so slightly, and I arch my back. “I need a second or I’m going to come before you do.”
“I’ve already came twice, Orion, please just… move.”
He grits his teeth and pushes himself up higher onto his knees, causing my legs to release him. “Let me make you feel good.” He presses his thumb to my clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle in small, controlled circles.
I moan and palm my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers. “More, I need more.”
Orion presses harder, faster, his thighs flexing beneath me as he restrains himself from rutting into me. “I know what you need, Bluebird.” He pulls back until just the tip is inside of me. “I know just what you need.”
A strangled moan falls from my lips as he surges forward, plunging himself deep inside of me, his thumb still circling my clit.
I’m panting and begging and making all sorts of noises that I’m sure I’ll be embarrassed by later, but here and now, the only thing I care about is the way his thick cock feels pumping inside of me.
He dips his head and sucks my right nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking and nipping at it in perfect harmony with his thumb on my clit.
It’s sensory overload as he alternates between the two.
My skin is sticky and sweat-slicked, and my legs feel like rubber. I’m floating and falling and flying all at the same time, completely and totally lost to his touch.
My walls flutter, letting me know I’m close. “Gonna… come…”
“All over my dick, Frankie. I wanna feel it dripping down my thighs.” He pinches my clit and I swear to God, it’s game over.
“Orion!” I claw at his back as I shout his name, unable to think past the mind-bending pleasure coursing through me.
He tenses over me, finally breaking his relentless pace. “Fuck, God, Bluebird!” He thrusts into me once… twice more, filling me with his hot release before collapsing on top of me.
“I love you,” I murmur as tears—the happy kind—burn my eyes.
He swipes his thumbs under my eyes and presses the softest kiss ever to my neck before sliding out of me and rolling to his side. “I love you, too, Frankie. So, fucking much.”
I loll my head to face him, a big dopey grin eating up my face. He darts forward and kisses the tip of my nose. “Told you we’d be good.”
“That was more than good. That was…” I trail off, because there are no words to describe what just happened between us.
“Perfect. It was perfect.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
ORION
Waking up with Frankie wrapped up in my arms is better than my birthday and Christmas all rolled into one.
Seriously, I’m pretty sure nothing on earth can top this, you know other than falling asleep beside her after spending the night alternating between fucking like animals and talking, sharing our hopes and dreams, and all of that other mushy shit.
But right as the thought enters my mind, a vision of her wearing white shoves it to the side.
This time last year, the thought of settling down would have sent me running for the hills. But with Frankie, it’s the exact opposite. I’m pretty sure I’d chain her ass to me if given the chance.
She shifts in her sleep and the curve of her pert ass brushes my rock-hard dick, making me groan.
Who knew imagining matrimonial bliss was such a turn-on?
Or maybe it’s knowing she’s buck-ass naked that has me hard enough to pound nails? Either way, I know exactly how to wake my sleeping beauty.
As carefully as possible, I shift away from her. Without my body there to support hers, Frankie rolls onto her back, making it all too easy for me to situate myself between her legs.
I press a gentle kiss to her creamy thigh, but she doesn’t stir, so I move higher, sliding my tongue along her slit.
“Orion,” she mumbles my name, her voice weighted with sleep.
“Wake up, Bluebird.” I flatten my tongue and lick at her clit. “Wake up and sing for me.”
She moans, opening her legs wider for me as she spears her fingers into my hair. “Talk about a way to wake up.”
“I’m definitely a fan,” I murmur against her heated flesh, sliding my hand higher up her thigh.
“Less talking, more licking.” She tugs on the ends of my hair.
Who am I to argue with my bossy Bluebird?
I lick and suck and nibble, feasting on her pussy until she’s writhing beneath me, begging for release.