Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88057 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He shifted backward slightly, taking me with him with a firm hand on my hip, pushing him deeper still and lining his cock up to hit my spot with every thrust.
“Oh yes. Do that again,” I babbled, too lost in the pleasure to remember the please.
“Fuck. You feel amazing, baby. So tight and hot.” The absolute wonder in his tone was one of the few signs that this was new to him.
“You too…I’m so full.”
“Can you take a little more?” His voice was strained, more so as I rocked back to meet his thrusts, letting him go even deeper and faster.
“Yes. Give it to me. Please.” I pushed back harder, making his grip on my torso tighten. Fuck, merely the way he held me like I was both precious and a lifeline was enough to have me panting and moaning, cock leaking all over my stomach.
“Can you come this way?” he asked, hand skating lower over my dick. “God, I want to make you come.”
The note of desperate need in his voice made me giddy. “What? No begging or edging games?”
“Not now. Too close,” he gritted out.
“Oh, I love that.” I moved his hand to more fully grip my cock, reminding him of the rhythm I liked.
“Yeah? You like knowing your hot ass has me on the edge?” He lightly bit my ear.
“Yes.” In the grand scheme of things, we hadn’t had that much sex, yet already he was almost better at jerking me off than I was. His rough fingers and powerful grip, married with a delicate touch and instinctive rhythm, were pure heaven, making me tremble with every stroke. “Oh, hold me.”
I was almost painfully close, muscles tightening for the final climb to climax. My ass clenched. Something about fucking made orgasms more intense but also slightly frightening, how the tension seemed to coil and coil, sending me precariously higher. But with Harley, the lofty heights weren’t nearly as scary. No matter how far I fell, he’d catch me. His strength, in all senses of the word, made it so easy to let go and soar.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, moving with me, faster, thrusts losing their earlier careful accuracy but sexier for their raw urgency. “Take what you need. Let me take care of you.”
“That’s it. Oh, that’s it.” Apparently, my body had been waiting for this, someone to want to take care of me on a deep, personal level, because his words, along with his lips on my neck, catapulted me right into my orgasm. I shot all over his fist, which knew exactly how to milk every last drop from my cock.
“So beautiful,” he marveled. His thrusts slowed, but I reached back to clap him on the thigh. I wanted him to come while the aftershocks still danced through me.
“Harder, you can go harder. Let go.” I urged him on with my words and body both.
“You drive me crazy.” He sped up in a way that said he’d been holding back more than I’d realized. “Make me feel like I’m coming apart.”
“Yes, do that. Come apart for me.”
“Fuck. So close. Need you.” His voice was pure sex, and if I hadn’t just had the most intense orgasm of my life, I would have come right then.
“Need you too,” I admitted, gripping him tighter, clenching my ass, trying with everything I had to hold on to him and these too-big dizzying feelings.
“Ambrose.” Just that, my name, drawn out to about twenty pained syllables as he came, pushing deep and holding still as he shuddered. I wasn’t sure there was a better sound on earth than my name on his lips as he came.
Breathing hard, he shook and held me even closer. “So good. So damn good.”
Eventually, he untangled us, took care of the condom, and found a random towel on the floor near the mattress to clean us up with.
“Mmm.” I stretched into him as he settled back down. I didn’t have to ask him to kiss me because he already was, featherlight brushes of his lips that carried the weight of everything I’d ever wanted. I’d waited my whole life to be held like this. Cared for and needed like this. Loved. Now to hope it could last. That it would survive the real world.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Harley
“I’m nervous.” Ambrose sounded ready to kick himself over a normal response to incoming stress, so I slowed enough to give him a fast pat. We were approaching the outskirts of the greater LA area, and the way I saw it, his nerves were entirely predictable.
“Anyone would be. Facing the bigwigs, even after growing up around them, has to be nerve-wracking. Want to practice your presentation on me?”
“Thanks, but uh…that’s not…” He seemed to be struggling with what to say, so I gave him an out.
“It’s okay if you need to keep your speech under wraps.”