Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“Gwen,” I said more in warning than asking permission.
Her only answer was to open her legs, spreading them wide.
I traced my finger over the fabric covering her core. Her lids fell shut as she leaned back, propping herself up with her arms.
“Look at me,” I ordered.
Her brown eyes that had owned me since I was seventeen years old fluttered open.
“I’m gonna make love to you so you can never forget how much you mean to me,” I stated the absolute fact it was.
Her chest rose with a deep inhale.
I hooked my finger into the leg of her shorts, pulling them aside. My finger brushing up to find her clit.
“Oh, God,” she breathed, her head falling back.
I snapped with my free hand, demanding her attention. “I’m not done yet. Eyes on me.”
Her wanton gaze slid back to mine.
“Then, I’m going to make you come so hard, you will question whether you’ve ever had an orgasm without me.”
Her mouth fell open, her shock morphing into visceral desire as I slowly pressed one finger inside her.
“And then I’m going to fuck you until the only thing you know for sure is that you are, and have always been, mine.”
Her eyes flashed wide, and I leaned forward pressing my lips to hers before I mumbled, “Where would you like me to start?”
“Truett,” she breathed, her fingernails biting into my back.
“I gotta hear you say it, Gwen. I need to know you’re with me.”
Her eyes got dark, heat pinking her cheeks. Her words were so quiet they were barely audible.
But I heard them.
Oh, God, did I hear them.
It was a command and plea all at once. “Fuck me, Truett.”
I responded with a growl, claiming her lips. One swift movement, I withdrew my finger from inside her and tugged off her shorts. Her shoes met the same fate as her shirt and bra, haphazardly tossed in a pile at our feet.
With frenzied hands, she made quick work of unbuttoning my jeans as I toed out of my shoes. She shoved down my pants, taking my boxer briefs with them, freeing my cock.
“Jesus,” she whispered, wrapping her palm around my length.
I sucked in a sharp inhale through my teeth, my central nervous system firing a tsunami of shock waves that damn near took out my knees.
I needed to be inside her. To claim her. To make her understand, that while I’d ruined us, she had always owned me. I hadn’t forgotten her. I hadn’t forgotten us.
Fully naked, I lifted her onto the desk again. She clawed at my back, while kissing me with such an urgency it was almost violent.
I trailed my fingers up her heat, finding her wet and ready, and then drove into her with a quickness that leveled us both.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, hooking her arms around my neck.
We moved together, the age-old choreography of desire. Her body responded to my every thrust, pulling me deeper into the abyss of our shared greed. It was a chaotic reunion of souls—a solace of ecstasy.
She was mine, even for just those minutes. Gwen was mine again. Pressure mounted inside me. Reality finally on my side. I dropped my hand between us, circling her clit with my thumb, as I continued to pump into her.
“Truett,” she cried out, her heat tightening around me.
She was so fucking close.
Her breasts swayed as I worked her hard and fast like a reckless savage. Feral need overshadowed any sense of restraint or control.
I dipped my head and spoke into her panting mouth. “That’s it, baby, give it to me. Let me feel you come on my cock.”
“True,” she breathed, my name falling from her lips like a prayer.
I wasn’t going to last much longer. I’d been too long without her. Too starved for the kind of release only she could give me.
I changed my rhythm to deep calculated thrusts, my thumb never slowing at her clit. My jaw clenched painfully as I surged inside her, planting myself at the hilt.
She jerked and then her orgasm ripped through us both. She pulsed around me, coaxing my own release. I came on a strangled groan, feeling as though something inside me was tearing free from my soul. The room spun as I rode out the aftershocks, Gwen clinging to my shoulders, our hearts pounding in unison.
“Fuck,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head.
Her body relaxed and she melted against my chest. What I wouldn’t have given to have a bed to collapse down on beside her, holding her tight until we caught our breath. I was far from done, but her office had some serious limitations in the lovemaking department.
“God, I missed that,” she confessed without looking up at me.
A satisfied smirk stretched my mouth. “Me too.”
“But I’m scared.”
I turned to stone, concern flooding my system. “Hey,” I cooed, tipping her head back so I could get a better read on her face. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”