Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
His hands flexed on my hips, and I felt his indecision.
I pulled away, knowing he was right. We needed to be smart about this.
We needed to…
He surged inside of me with no warning, and a cry left my lips as I threw my head back in surprise.
God, he was big.
And so damn thick.
His thrust only got him halfway inside, and he had to pull back until his cock was barely inside of me before he thrust upward again to get himself buried inside of me the rest of the way.
It was the most delicious thing.
Painful yet pleasurable, all at the same time.
“You were right,” I groaned breathlessly.
“About what?” He sounded like he was being choked.
I tilted my head back down so I could stare into his eyes.
His blue gaze was locked onto me, taking in every single expression that was flitting across my face.
“The best things in life are both pleasurable and painful.” I bit my lip and started to swirl my hips.
His eyes went even more hooded, and he dropped his gaze from my eyes to my mouth. Then further to where my breasts were bobbing in and out of the water with my movements.
“God.” He watched as my nipples split the water. “I could eat you alive.”
I sat up and moved forward until my breasts were hovering over his lips.
His grin was lascivious as he took one nipple between his lips and sucked deeply.
The pleasure/pain of the move had my eyes closing.
“That’s it.” He pulled away, giving my left nipple one final lick before moving to the other one.
This one he cupped in his hand—as well as he could anyway since my breasts were small and his hands were overly large—and fed it to himself.
“Ride me, darlin’,” he urged between sucks. “Fuck me senseless.”
I didn’t need any more encouragement.
I rose up and forced myself back down, loving the delicious burn of his cock shoving deep inside of me.
I pressed my hand against my lower abdomen, sure that I could feel him in my belly with each hard thrust.
“You’re so fucking pretty. These tits. That ass. Perky little nipples,” he mused. “You make me want to come right now. Shoot my cum so deep that you’ll be dripping me for a week.”
I groaned and cupped his face, urging him on.
He did the same with my hips, and soon we were fucking each other so hard that there was water splashing over the lip of the hot tub.
It was rhythmic to the point that if anyone was close, the water splashing and the moans leaving our lips would be a dead giveaway on not only what we were doing, but where we were doing it.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I hope you’re close.”
Not close, but not far away.
At least, that was what I thought.
But the hand that was on my hip moved inward, his fingers catching a handful of ass.
His large, blunt fingers brushed against my sensitive back entrance, and just the forbiddenness of that one act was enough to send me over the edge.
I cried out as my orgasm took me over, momentarily causing black spots to enter my vision as my body exploded in pleasure.
“That’s it, dirty girl,” he growled. “Take my cum.” He groaned, long and loud. “There it is, baby. Fuck yes, I’m going to fill you up so full.”
I had no clue that dirty talking did it for me.
Truthfully, I always thought it was kind of cringey because who, exactly, lost control like that to the point of letting such filth fall from their lips?
But the way that my orgasm was still going, and the way that he was so tensed surrounding me…there was no control on either of our ends.
The things that I said and did…the things he said and did…yeah. I would feel embarrassed about the words that followed his.
I would cringe in the dark later as I thought about how I’d let my mouth just fly away.
But that was later.
This was now.
And I would promise this man the world to get him to fuck me again.
Eight
Fuck you this much.
—Gunner as he raises his hands out wide
GUNNER
“You have a crow in your backyard watching us,” she whispered breathlessly.
I looked over to see the black bird perched on the fence about ten feet away.
Upon the knowledge that it had our attention, it gave a soft caw and flew away.
“They’re always here.” I swallowed hard. “Kayla gave me a bird feeder for my birthday this year. It’s one of the ones that has a camera in it that you can see the birds when they’re eating. Lottie really got a kick out of watching Kayla’s, so Kayla got me one. The only problem is that the crows are the only ones that found it. Not that I care. I like that they’re here.”
“Interesting. Did you know that crows can recognize individual human faces and share that information with other crows?” she asked.