Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
He studied my reaction as he said his words. “Still with me?”
I could walk away now, but I would return to my life of quiet mediocrity. Back to meaningless flings with men who could only make me come half the time. This brief period with Wolfe had somehow become the deepest relationship I’d ever had. The most intimate and the most passionate and the most…beautiful.
I didn’t want to lose him.
The last couple days had been psychological torture.
I would hate to imagine if it were real.
He cocked his head slightly. “I know how brave you are, baby.”
My eyes immediately flicked away.
“You can handle me.”
19
FRANCESCA
We made it to my bedroom, clothes dropping along the way, and then I was on my back on the sheets and his enormous mass was on top of me. Heavy and muscled and tattooed and sexy as hell. He’d kissed me harder when he carried me up the stairs, but now he held his face above mine and stared at me, his eyes possessive in just their stare.
My thighs parted for him, and his arm automatically hooked behind one of my knees, tilting my hips back as he pinned me against the mattress. My hands felt the heat of his skin when they planted on his chest, feeling slabs of concrete that had been in the summer sun all day.
He guided himself into me and started to sink, releasing a quiet, satisfied moan when he felt me intimately. “Fuck, I missed my baby.” He pushed his big dick inside me, sealed with slick tightness, burying himself deep and making himself right at home. He started regular and even thrusts, eyes focused on mine like he wanted the emotional connection more than the physical one.
He worked his jaw, clenched, and then released through the pleasure, the cords in his neck popping with his movements. He dipped his head and kissed me, our breaths immediately going thready because everything was so good. We fit together so well in every way. “I missed you.”
I grabbed on to his muscular arms. “I always miss you.”
“Yeah?” He started to thrust harder, like that turned him on.
“Yes…”
He started to give me all his length, hitting me right in the cervix because he was my man with a big dick and he could do whatever he wanted.
It fucking hurt, but I loved that it hurt. I loved that he knew what a woman’s cervix felt like because he could reach it without trying. His dick turned me on even though it was almost too big.
But even through the discomfort, I was about to come. I felt my entire body prepare, felt the tears in my ducts, felt everything clench tight in advance of the flood of pleasure that would override the pain. “Wolfe…”
He fisted my hair, and he held his weight on a single arm, strong enough to fuck me into a climax and support his body at the same time. “Cry for me.”
It hit me harder than it normally did, maybe because it’d been days since we were last together. I clenched my eyes shut, and the tears squeezed out like raindrops, dripping down my cheeks.
“Fuck, baby.” He kissed my tears away as I came, moaning right in his face, directly into his ear.
I rode my high and contracted around him, reaching the stars in the heavens and feeling the clouds against my face before I came back down, the flames of pleasure burning between my legs before they turned to simmering coals.
He gave his final pumps inside me, grunting and moaning as he enjoyed the final moments before the crescendo. Then he released the most masculine moan I’d ever heard, claiming me as he dumped his seed inside me.
He pulled out of me then lay beside me, immediately relaxing into the sheets now that he was finished. His skin was shiny from the sweat, and he lay still as he waited for his body to cool off after doing all the work. He’d carried me upstairs then fucked me good while I’d done nothing but lie there.
I wanted to cuddle into his side, but I gave him space for a while, knowing he ran about fifty degrees warmer than I did, probably from all the muscle he carried on his frame.
He suddenly left the bed altogether and stepped into my bathroom. A moment later, the shower came on. I didn’t see any steam come out of the open door or observe the mirror fogging up, so he probably took a cold shower.
I left the bed and turned up the air so he would be comfortable.
When he returned to bed, his hair was slightly damp, and a couple drops were still on his shoulders.
“Are you hungry?”
“Depends,” he said. “You got leftovers?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’d love some.” He grabbed his boxers from the floor and put them on.