Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 658(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
She’s so delicate, so fragile, so small compared to me, and fuck, it’s a turn-on. I never want to hurt her and I’m too aware how easily I could.
“That’s why we’re here, doing this,” I add.
“That’s why you slept with me?” She throws me a shy look.
“It’s why I wanted to, yeah.” I slide a hand around her waist, pulling her closer.
Her silky hair falls across my chest and she lays a hand above my beating heart.
“You just wanted to finish what I started.” This time she smiles up wickedly. “How long have you wanted it?”
“Long enough. Believe me.”
“Since New York?” She rolls closer, straddling me with the bedsheets between us, pinning me down. “Before?”
“I think you know.”
“I want you to tell me.”
“Before, damn you.” I harden under her, and she wiggles, encouraging my cock.
“When?”
“The jet ride over.”
“When I was asleep?” She tilts her head, surprised.
“I think it was the first time you let me help you without fighting back,” I tell her, pulling her closer. “A man’s allowed to like that.”
“Mm, a man who’s all papa bear.”
“That’s because you don’t let me do what I was made for very often. I want to protect you, Clee.”
She gives me a mock pout, but I see the way her eyes spark. She’s so flushed and beautiful, and I need that shirt off her.
Everything off.
I want to watch her ride me to the Moon and back before I lose my goddamn mind.
“I’ll let you serve me now,” she says coyly, pressing a finger against my lips.
All the permission I need.
I push her hand away and lean up, kissing her, dragging the hem of the t-shirt up, up.
She lets me, only breaking the kiss so I can toss it aside. Then she’s on me again, yanking the covers back so we’re skin on skin.
She’s already soaked, hot and wanting against my cock, rubbing her tight pink pussy against it.
“You want me,” she whispers raggedly, like she needs to hear me say it.
“So fucking badly. I want to make you come a hundred different ways. I want to ruin you. I want to rattle your bones and leave you hoarse. I’m that fucked up. Do you understand?”
She answers with a kiss, messy and needy, and everything dissolves into a lustful desire that’s new and intoxicating.
Her hair brushes my shoulders.
Her mouth feels soft, too, but her tongue is hot and wet and wild.
I reach down to grab her ass, urging her to let go, to grind on me to her heart’s content.
I’m already drunk on the sounds she makes—little gasping moans when I touch her just right and the head of my straining cock slides against her clit.
If we had the luxury, I wouldn’t leave this room for a week.
I’d bolt us in here, exploring her body again and again, until I branded every inch of it into my brain.
“Holden,” she rasps against my mouth.
Yeah, little girl. I know.
I reach between us, finding her clit.
She lets out a long, shuddering moan as I smother it with my thumb, and fuck me, her pussy grinds my cock until I groan.
“Can’t believe you haven’t done this for a long time,” she whispers frantically, grabbing me and pushing my cock to her entrance.
“Doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it plenty.”
“With me?”
Before I can answer, she arcs down, engulfing me.
I grip her hips until I know it hurts.
I don’t care, and neither does she.
We need this.
We need the white-hot pleasure so intense it’s blinding.
“You already know,” I snarl. “I’ve imagined all this with you. I’ve had to jerk off in the ice-cold shower ever since we shared that damn bed and I woke up with you in my arms. I can’t stop wanting you, Clee. You’re mine in every crazy, warped sense of the word. Later, you can tell me I’m crazy. But right now…”
I don’t finish that sentence.
Not with words.
“Yes. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Happy to oblige.
Taking her hips, I hold her, invading that sweet pussy like I’m going to rearrange it so it’ll never fit another man.
She cries from the slow, rough friction.
Her hands brace against my shoulders.
I get one split second to think how glad I am that I sent Kit away for the night, and then I’m pushing inside her again, hell-bent on hearing her scream.
This time, louder.
“I own this,” I tell her, thrusting harder, deep into what was always meant to be mine. Her tits bounce, two soft pendulums delighting my eyes, driving me on like a bull. I just need to fuck her in broad daylight next time. “And you feel so good. So tight.”
“Touch me.” She digs her nails in, matching my rhythm.
I reach down, thumbing her clit until her eyes roll.
I frig her little bead as we fuck, good and slow, both of us sinking into the delirium like a warm plunge pool.