Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
He then settled his hips between her thighs but before he planted himself deep, he latched his lips on the curve of one tit. When he slowly sank his teeth in, Taryn jammed her pelvis up and into him, encouraging him to fuck her without having to say a damn word. Once he released her, he swirled his tongue over her pebbled flesh.
He and his dick were more than ready, willing and able to take this to the next level.
Her hips shot up when the thick crown bumped against her sensitive, slick flesh. Fisting himself, he used his cock to nudge her open, then slid the head through her slick folds until it caught. Right where he needed to be. Right where she wanted him.
His goal tonight—besides getting off that crappy couch—was to claim that pussy as his for as long as she lived under his roof, as long as she needed protection. As long as she needed him.
Stone selfishly considered letting Vic the Dick live longer than originally planned. Of course, that would be a dick move since wanting her for himself was not more important than her safety.
But then, his brain had dropped into his balls. This was not a good time for making real plans or any deep thinking.
It was more about driving himself deep.
So, that was what he did.
With a sharp thrust, he planted himself to the root, drawing a gasp-turned-moan from her as he filled her and her wet heat surrounding him like a snug velvet glove.
A perfect damn fit, as if they had been made for each other.
With her already soaked, he easily glided in and out of her and was able to take full smooth strokes rim to root.
Christ, she felt so damn good.
This right here was why he had been unable to sleep on that damn couch. Knowing he could be on the second floor doing this and not stuck fucking his own fist. Or having to find a sweet butt tomorrow to relieve his balls.
It had been a while since he fucked anyone who wasn’t a sweet butt or a willing hang-around. The difference between a fuck who only did it to get something out of it versus doing it for pleasure and orgasms was night and fucking day. The woman currently wrapped around him had not faked shit yet. Every reaction he’d experienced so far was one hundred percent genuine.
How aroused she was. Her moans. Her groans. Her gasps.
Everything that was quickly driving him to the edge.
Taryn was no sweet butt. No chick hanging out at a Kings’ party trying to get her claws into him or one of his brothers.
Fuck no.
She didn’t insult him with the over-the-top squeals or the screamed “yes, yes, yes!” like from some of the sweet butts. Every time they “acted” during sex, he stopped and threatened to find a way to shut them the fuck up. Including cutting off their air supply.
While the sweet butts were convenient and more than willing to do whatever he or his brothers asked, sometimes—fuck, a lot of times—they got on his fucking nerves.
Taryn was a hell of a nice change.
Sometimes change was good. Or needed.
Because truthfully, he was getting bored with his limited sexual selection. And he really didn’t want to go out and track down some strange. That usually took too much effort for not enough reward.
Wrapping her legs around his hips and digging her heels into the backs of his thighs, she jammed her pelvis up and into him to not only drive him even deeper, but so he’d hit all the right spots.
With a groan, she continued to lift her hips to meet each of his thrusts with one of her own. Her short fingernails drilled into his ass in an effort to pull him even deeper.
If he could, he would.
When her nails scraped up his back, he shuddered while he imagined her leaving claw marks behind. A souvenir that he could look at in the mirror later and remember.
Though, he doubted he’d forget this any time soon. Because he certainly couldn’t stop reliving their little “get-together” in the downstairs bathroom.
Usually when he was supposed to be concentrating on something else.
Like right fucking now.
Get with the goddamn program, asshole. You’re dick deep in pussy and you’re not even present.
His hips surged and stuttered, then he began to power up into her more frantically.
All he wanted to do was pump fast and hard and just explode inside her.
For fuck’s sake. He needed to slow down, to draw this out as long as possible. But he was finding it fucking impossible.
He needed to fucking wait.
He wanted her to come.
To save himself, he claimed her mouth again. Their tongues twisting and tangling together. But only seconds later, he broke his mouth free and twisted his head to the side, closing his eyes, and panted.