Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Fuck, it always feels like the first time with you,” he groans as he pulls out until the tip of his cock is almost out of me. “Watch how your pussy takes me,” he instructs, looking at how we are joined. He pulls out slowly and then slides back in. Each time feels better than the last time. “Your pussy was made for my cock,” he hisses as I move my hips up to meet his. I lift my head to kiss his mouth, my hand rubbing up the arm that is holding him up beside me. He isn’t fucking me, no, he’s taking his time. He’s claiming me. He’s making sure I never forget this moment. His nose rubs with mine.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers before he takes my mouth again. His cock fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. But I don’t think this is fucking. There is no way this is fucking. It’s more. It’s as if he’s taking a piece of me. I look into his eyes, secretly telling him that little by little I belong to him. “Yeah,” he says, as if he can read my thoughts. My hand comes up to hold his face. “I’m going to come,” he warns, and I’m already there. “I need you to give it to me,” he says, his hips thrusting faster, “and then I need you to take what I give you.”
My hand comes up to his face. “Always.” That’s the only thing I say before I come all over his cock. The pressure is so much my back arches, and I let go with him following me off the cliff.
Chapter Thirty
EMMETT
I watch her eyes. “I’m going to come,” I say, knowing she’s already there, her pussy dripping wet, waiting for that moment to let go. “I need you to give it to me.” I fuck her faster, wanting her to come with me at the same time. “And then I need you to take what I give you.”
Her hand comes up to my face as my heart soars in my chest. “Always,” she whispers right before she comes on my cock, her pussy pulsating around me as I close my eyes and plant myself in her.
I collapse down on her when I’m done, the sensation like I’ve never felt before. Everything with her is like I’ve never felt before. But tonight, I wasn’t fucking her. Tonight, I made love to her. I wanted her to know how special she was. I wanted her to know there was no one else I wanted with me in my bed.
“Condom,” she whispers as I open my eyes. “We didn’t use anything.”
“Fuck,” I swear, looking down at where we are joined and pulling out, seeing my cock without a condom. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” The back of my neck feels like it’s being branded. “What the fuck?”
“Emmett,” she says, “I’m on the pill.” She sits up, and her hand covers her chest before she moves to get off the bed. “I—” she says, and all I can do is watch her, knowing she is the first woman who I’ve ever been without a condom with. The first woman who I’ve ever felt so comfortable with that I didn’t even think. “It’s—” she says again as she grabs her clothes. “I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a while.” She avoids looking at me. “You can get tested if you like.” I can see the tears well in her eyes.
“Lilah,” I call, and she bends to grab her bra, ignoring me. “Lilah,” I call her name again, and she looks at me, and I see the tears as she tries to fight them away. “Come here, baby.” I move to the edge of the bed, sitting down, but she doesn’t move toward me. “Please, baby, come here.” I hold out my hand to her, and she comes to me. She steps between my legs, her clothes in her hands covering her chest. I grab her things out of her hands and toss them to the other side of the room, where she can’t take them. “Baby,” I say, looking up at her as I hold her hips in my hands, needing to feel her. “I’ve never in my life been so into someone I forgot to use a condom. Never, not even with Lucy’s mom.” The confession shocks her. “I have never in my life put myself in that position before. I’m clean.” I’m fumbling with my words. “It’s been over two years since I was with someone.” I won’t tell her the reason is because I fell so in love with her that no one compared to her.
“But you’re you,” she starts, and now my eyebrows pinch together, “and you have condoms in your drawer.”
“They were a gag gift from Charlie at Christmas. He told me I’d be a nicer person if I got laid.” She giggles. “You have to get cleaned up.” I stand. “Want me to bring you a cloth?” I ask, and she shakes her head.