Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
He crawled over her, settling between her spread legs and kissing her as he lined the head of his cock up to her pussy. His left hand sank into her hair and he held her gaze.
“You still with me, Freckles?”
“Yes.” She placed her hand on his jaw. “Inside me.”
Linc took her at her word. He burrowed his face in the soft spot between her neck and shoulder, nipped her lightly, and thrust deep, surging inside her with one full stroke.
Holy shit. She wrapped him tight as a gasp slipped from her. He held still, drawing back to make sure she was okay.
“Emma?”
“So full,” she muttered. “So damn full.”
This woman was liquid fire around his cock. Her body held him like a vise and her muscles worked him, tempting him to give in and release.
He clenched his jaw and found a way to hold on.
“All of you, Linc. I want it all. Once, I want it all.”
It was going to be more than once.
“Take what you need. You set the pace. You are in charge.”
He felt her hesitation and he leaned over her to press a firm kiss on her mouth. “Come on, Freckles. I told you, I’m much better than anything with batteries. Use me.”
“Bigger, too, than what I have.”
He smirked. It was seriously hard not to. Emma skimmed her hands over his shoulders and down his back. Every inch of his body demanded he power into her, taking what he needed until his release found him. Linc refused to listen. This was her choice. Her pace.
When she angled her hips a slight bit, adjusted her knees higher and sank her nails into his ass, encouraging him in deeper, a low curse escaped him.
“All,” she moaned. “Give me all of you.”
He pulled back, withdrawing his cock from her heat, those clenching muscles holding him like they didn’t ever want him to leave. She mewled as her body did its best to retain him inside. Holding a few seconds with simply the head of his shaft notched inside her, he snapped his hips, driving back inside.
Her groan paired perfectly with his own as she shuddered beneath him.
“Christ, Freckles. You’re goddamn perfect. Wet. So damn tight. How is this possible?” He pebbled kisses along her jawline, tossing them against her parted lips. Linc wrapped a hand in her hair, yanking it back to give himself even more access. She responded by sinking her nails deeper into the flesh of his ass.
Unable to continue thinking like a rational human, he powered into her with short thrusts, ones he was fairly certain would be bruising her. Emma met each one, all the while asking for more. When her lids drifted down, hiding those beautiful blues from him, he found his words again.
“No, Freckles. Look at me.”
She listened.
“Good girl,” he praised. “You’ve done this to me, Freckles. Turned me into this man who can’t get enough of you.”
She licked her lips and he swore before claiming her mouth again. It was too much and yet not enough. Slowing down his strokes, he made them long and dragging.
Her nails raked up his back, sinking into his shoulder blades as she pulled him tighter against her. Tearing his lips from hers, he held her gaze, their bodies sweaty as they rocked against one another.
Linc moved her hands and laced their fingers together before he stretched her arms up over her head, the move lifting her full breasts so they pressed into him. Sweat stuck her hair to her flushed skin. God, she never looked so perfect as she did this moment.
She turned one wrist so her right hand was flush to the mattress but her left hand was palm down. The move allowed her more traction—he figured that out when her arms flexed and she used him to rock harder, nearly feral in her action. What wasn’t feral but just as shocking was the glint of her engagement ring as it sparkled in the late afternoon sun.
Emotions he’d been holding back surged over him like a tidal wave. He didn’t fight them, just took possession of her mouth again. He thrust hard, fast, and deep, needing to make it so she felt him even when he wasn’t buried to the hilt inside her perfect pussy. Molding it to his cock so it was his. So she was his.
He rode her. His sweat dripped onto her and all she did was move with him, taking what he offered and wringing more out of him. She undulated in time with his thrusts, her legs wrapped high on his hips until she flattened them on the mattress and bucked into his forceful drives.
“Come for me, Freckles. Come on my cock.”
Her grip tightened, both on his hands and his dick, her full lips parting as she splintered beneath him, his name soaring from her mouth like it took flight. He followed her over, his shaft jerking and pulsing inside her. She trembled again and gasped.