Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
I slip my hand between our bodies, gliding my fingers along his erection. He hisses, his head falling back as I explore his length. His skin is hot to the touch and hard yet somehow smooth as silk too. I still don't think there's a chance in hell that he's going to fit inside me. Not only is he ridiculously long, but he's thick too. But I want to feel him inside me, even if it hurts. I need him inside me. Not having him in me is painful at this point.
I wrap my hand as far around him as I can, stroking up and down. His body is taut, little groans of pleasure escaping his lips. He's beautiful like this, so raw and wild. So fierce.
"Stop teasing me, pretty baby," he groans. "I can't take it. Ah, God. Let me in."
A surge of womanly satisfaction fires in my veins.
I guide him to my opening, moaning as my juices coat my hands and his cock. I'm so wet I'm sure he feels it dripping onto his thighs. But he's not complaining. The cocky bastard probably loves knowing he's got me this worked up.
He balances me on his lap, holding my weight, while I work to fit him inside me. Between my hands shaking and how wet I am, it takes a minute before I finally manage to position him just right. I sink down slowly. My body resists for a moment and then the head of his cock slips in.
"Ah, fuck," he groans, eyes glued to where we're connected. "You look good wrapped around me, princess. Can you take more?"
"Yes," I whisper. It doesn't hurt. At least not at first. I work my hips, taking a little bit more of him. The stretch starts to burn and ache.
"Slow," Cord says, his voice strangled. "Slow."
I should listen to him. I know I should. But I don't. I keep going, trying to find a comfortable position. Before I even realize what's happening, a sharp pain shoots through me. Cord grabs for me, but it's already too late. I cry out as my virgin barrier tears and I slide down his cock.
"Fuck," he growls, his body going rigid.
I writhe on his lap, trying not to sob. It feels exactly like he's trying to split me in two. Only somehow better and worse at the same time. I leave evidence of this moment all up and down his back. He doesn't even flinch. He takes the pain, one hand gripping the back of my neck, the other anchoring me to his body.
"Never again," he rasps in my ear, his voice shaking. "You hear me, pretty baby? Never again." I know in this moment that this is hurting him as much as it is me. More, maybe. It's killing him to know he's hurting me. My rugged, bossy cowboy faces danger every day and probably doesn't even blink. But hurting me hurt him.
The final wall around my heart crumbles, falling to dust. I'm not my mom, and I'll never be her. This isn't some fleeting feeling, something easily forgotten or replicated. I know that in my soul. Even if he never feels the same way about me, my heart will always belong to him. He sweeps in, filling every available inch of space. It lights up, blazing orange and red, branded with his name, his mark.
"Make love to me, Cord," I plead, seeking his mouth with mine. My tongue touches the corner of his lips, demanding he give me what I want. He groans low in his throat, helpless to resist. His mouth meets mine, his kiss hot and deep.
He holds me to him with his hand on the back of my neck to keep me still. I don't mind. There's something about being under this man's command that sets my soul on fire and brings me to life. For twenty-six years, I've been half alive, chasing a dream and running in fear. Today, I think I stopped running and started living.
We kiss until I'm whimpering, pleading for him to move. If there's any lingering pain, I don't feel it. All I feel is pressure and the overwhelming need to move, to know how high he can take me. I don't want to race. I want to fly.
He releases his grip on my neck to grasp my hips. He starts slow at first, his gaze locked on my face as if he's looking for any twinge of discomfort, any hint of pain. There aren't any. As soon as he starts sliding me up and down his cock, all I feel is bliss.
"You like that, Cassia?" he asks, lifting me higher.
"Yes," I moan.
"Good," he grunts, rocking his hips forward to meet mine. "Then fuck me back, pretty baby. Work those sexy hips and show me how much you like it. You can be as shy and sweet as you want to be outside of this bed, but when you're on my cock, you fuck me like you own it, you hear me?"