Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
He kisses me softly, and I melt into the bed. His kisses are like a warm summer day, and I would be perfectly content to have his lips on me all the time.
He grabs a condom from the bedside table and quickly sheaths himself. When he starts to push forward, he doesn’t miss my sharp inhale at the sting of him stretching me despite how sopping wet I am.
“That’s why,” he murmurs, nuzzling my neck. “Trust me, I want to fuck you hard and fast because you feel so damn amazing, but I refuse to hurt you. We have to get you used to me, baby.”
“You’re incredible.” I push my fingers through his hair, down to his beard, and guide his mouth to mine.
I can’t get enough of his kisses, of how his whiskers feel on my skin. And as he sinks farther into me, brushing my tongue with his own, he presses deeper down below. My muscles relax, letting him in until finally, he’s seated fully, and we’re both struggling to breathe.
“You’re so damn tight.” His voice is thick and rough as he rests his forehead on mine.
“You’re so damn big.” I grip his arse hard. “Please, Beck.”
“Tell me.” He brushes his nose back and forth against my own. “What do you need?”
“Please fuck me.”
He grins and starts to move. Not little pulses, but long, firm strokes, and his crown massages my walls. It’s the most fulfilling, mesmerizing sensation I’ve ever felt.
“You’re perfect for me,” he says, picking up the pace. His hand fists the bedsheets by my head, and his other hand pushes into my hair once more. He’s tugging deliciously, and it’s commanding. Claiming.
It’s everything I never knew I needed, and I can’t look away from how his muscles move and contract above me. How he looks with that light sheen of sweat covering his tanned skin. He’s so gorgeous.
Every inch of him is pure male perfection.
I reach down between us and press my finger to my clit, and he growls. “Yes, baby. Fuck, you clenched even tighter. Touch yourself.”
I keep going a little harder. He closes his eyes and grits his teeth, and I can feel him swell inside me. It makes me feel powerful to know that I have this effect on him, and I squeeze him a little harder.
“Christ. Skyla.”
“Beck.”
“I want you to come for me. Come all over this cock, Irish. Make a mess, sweetheart.”
His words, his voice, his hand in my hair, and the way his cock fills me leave me no choice. My back bows off the bed, and every muscle in my body contracts as I come apart beneath him.
Beckett roars above me, and then he’s coming, filling the condom. He pumps his hips through it all, sending me into another orgasm that has me digging my heels into his arse and my toes curling.
“Bloody shite,” I grind out before biting his shoulder.
He’s kissing me. My neck, my chin, my chest, and he’s pushed his arms under me, holding me to him so tenderly, such a stark contrast to the incredible way he just fucked me, that it brings tears to my eyes.
“Shit, did I hurt you, baby?” He kisses my forehead and down to my cheek.
“No.” I shake my head and touch his beard. “No, you didn’t hurt me. It might have been just a wee bit intense, that’s all.”
“Yeah, it was fucking intense.” He brushes a piece of hair off my face, then strokes my cheek with his knuckles. “Are you okay?”
“I’m amazing, Beck.” It’s been … a long time since I’ve had sex. But that? Nothing has ever felt that amazing.
“Good. I’m going to take care of the condom, then I’ll take care of you.” I frown, but before I can say anything, he kisses me, and he’s gone, walking into the en suite bathroom. I hear the toilet flush, then the water running, and he’s back with a washcloth. Without a word, he uses the warm cloth to clean me, and then he lifts me, holding me to his chest while he peels the comforter off the bed. He replaces it with a clean one he pulls from a chest at the end of the bed, all while I’m wrapped around him, naked flesh to naked flesh.
“You don’t have to carry me.” I kiss his cheek, and he simply grunts. So I stay quiet while he covers the bed with the blanket, then tucks us both under it, cradling me to him. “This is nice. Thank you.”
“I’m going to check in with you again, and I’ll do that often. I can get way more fucking intense than what just happened a minute ago, and it’s important to me that you feel safe and cared for. How do you feel, Irish?”
I know he doesn’t want to hear I’m okay. So I nuzzle his bare chest and take in a deep breath, taking stock of my body.