Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I did, waiting for my next instruction.
“Condom,” he ordered.
I didn’t know why every time we had sex, he had me put this stupid contraption on—he was right on one point, I couldn’t wait to have him bare—but there I was, doing it despite its difficulty.
See, Haggard was a big man. A very big man. As in, the condom barely fit over his shaft—at least that was what it felt like—kind of big.
The move was awkward due to our positioning, and the way that he was angled, but I made it work, even though by the time I was through, I was out of breath.
He laughed at my predicament, but only long enough to notch the head of his cock at my entrance.
Since the very first time that we’d had sex, I’d come to realize that the first minute or so of taking him, there was an adjustment period.
No matter how many times he was inside of me, stretching me out with his cock, I shrank back to what I now realized was average—I had to look it up. I wasn’t sure if it was usual to need to be stretched and accommodating to a man’s size each and every time you had sex.
Apparently, with a man of size, you did have to go slow.
And my naïve self had to look it up on the internet to find out.
“What are you thinking about so hard instead of what I’m doing to you?” Haggard asked, teasing his cock along the length of my sex.
I swallowed hard as he coated himself in my wetness.
The feeling was divine, but I craved the burning stretch of him filling me up.
I wanted to feel his cock work itself in deep.
I wanted to feel him deep inside, stretching out places only he could stretch.
“I was thinking about how tight I am with you,” I admitted. “How big you are, and how each time we do this, it’s like the first time all over again.”
The muscles in his arms bulged as he shifted me higher, allowing his cock to wedge between us before he slowly started to lower me down onto himself.
I bit my lip, my gaze stuck between watching where he was filling me and watching his face as he watched us.
I finally settled on his face because, though the view of him stretching me obscenely was captivating, watching his face was even more so.
It was downright exhilarating.
“So damn tight. Every single time.” He sucked on my collarbone, the silky strands of his hair brushing the side of my face. “Dreamed of this, and now that I have it, I want to have it every single day for the rest of my life.”
Excitement poured through me at his words, but on the heels of those words, anger at last night followed.
I reached my hands up and buried them in his hair, fingers tightening on the silky strands, before I pulled his head back hard.
Surprise lit his eyes when our gazes met, and I would’ve laughed had I not been angry all over again.
“You will not treat me like a child, Haggard,” I ordered. “I haven’t been one of those since I was ten and watched myself for hours on end.”
At one point, we’d lived with a couple who’d helped us, but the moment that my father had turned eighteen, he’d been out of there. Nothing against the help, but my dad had felt like it was his responsibility to raise us, and so that’s what he did. Though, saying that, it would’ve been a bit nice to have a childhood that didn’t have him gone so much.
Haggard’s gaze darkened. “You may not need to be taken care of, but I’m going to take care of you anyway. And not as I treat my kids, but as I’d treat my wife. You’re my old lady now. That comes with certain dangers. Dangers in which you have no clue about right now.”
Throughout his speech and mine, he steadily continued rocking his hips into mine, building a burn inside of me that was flaming higher and higher.
“Old lady?” I grinned. “Is that what I think it is?”
“It’s my woman. The one thing I’ll forever put above all else,” he informed me, his hips grinding into me, causing my soul to sing. “But, baby, I’m a dangerous man. I do dangerous things. There’s a chance that I may need you to obey every once in a while so my shit doesn’t blow back on you. Something in which you’ll promise to do, because you want me to be happy, and not worried about you all the damn time.”
I thought about that for a moment, allowing the strands of his hair to fall through my fingers. “I’ll obey you…most of the time.”
He chuckled darkly, his hands tightening on my ass for a few seconds before he started to pick up the pace.