Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“You better be about to fuck me,” I say as I look over my shoulder. Bain drags a hand over his wet mouth, our eyes locking for a moment before his gaze drops to my ass.
His hands go to my hips as he steps close to me and I feel the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
Yes, this is exactly what I want.
No, I need it.
I circle my hips, managing to draw him in a bit and Bain hisses through his teeth, “Fuck. You’re so wet and hot. I am so going to make you come again.”
I feel so empty and embarrassingly needy, the first orgasm having waned, but the feel of his cock just breaching me is making me delirious. I crane my neck, look at him over my shoulder. “Will you hurry up and fuck me?”
Bain takes in a breath and I can see he’s trying to steady himself. I don’t give him the opportunity. I push back, trying to force myself onto his cock. I taunt him. “Come on, Bain. What are you—”
He slams into me, and while I’m indeed wet and lax from that first orgasm, his size stretches me uncomfortably. His pelvis presses into my ass and one arm comes around my stomach. Bain grabs my face with his other hand, forcing it around so I meet his gaze. “You good?”
“God, yes,” I wheeze. “Just… move, okay?”
Leaning forward, he presses a hard kiss to my mouth and then his hips start to hammer at me. He’s so long and thick, every thrust is an erotic adventure. My body melds around him and I grip hard to the back of the couch, hanging on for what I know is going to be the ride of my life.
Bain fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. He’s hitting something deep inside me that must have had his name on it because he drives me closer and closer to another release. It’s so close and I need it.
My hand drops between my legs, my fingers barely sliding against my clit when Bain grabs my wrist. “Oh, no you don’t. You’re going to come again only by my doing.”
God help me, but those words almost knock the orgasm loose. It’s so primal and controlling and as Bain slams into me over and over again, I know without a doubt I’m about to be destroyed.
Bain lifts my hips so I can take his cock deeper. His breathing is harsh, ragged, and under his breath, he mutters filthy curses. The pleasure he produces is so overwhelming, tears form from the beauty of it.
Ultimately, it’s his words that tip me over. “Love this pussy, Kiera. It was made for my cock.”
The growl, the need, the frenzy he’s unleashing upon my body. It all culminates until I’m once again shredded with pleasure. I cry out, my back arching downward. Bain grunts, lifts my hips even higher so he can drive at a deeper angle. Another electric pulse explodes down low in my belly and tears leak from my eyes.
“Gonna come,” he says.
No… it’s a promise.
Blindly, I reach back with my hand, for what I’m not sure. I manage to cover one of his hands on my hip and I can do nothing but squeeze his fingers. Bain slams hard into me, forcing me across the back of the couch as he roars out his release. His hips rotate and grind, his body jerking as he empties himself into me.
Into. My. Body.
Shit. We didn’t use protection.
As much as that thought alarms me, it’s quickly doused when Bain wraps his arms around my stomach and pulls me upright. I’m on my knees on the couch and he’s standing behind me.
His embrace is all-encompassing, warm and sensual. His cock is still thick inside me and I have a crazy urge to demand he go again.
Bain rests his chin on my shoulder. His voice is gruff, sated. “That was a little crazy.”
I tell him the truth. “I’m wrecked.”
He chuckles and squeezes me.
“We didn’t use protection,” I murmur.
His entire body tenses against me and his breath rushes out in a curse. “Fuck. I didn’t even think about it.”
“I didn’t either. We were drinking—”
“We’re not that drunk.”
No, we’re really not. We should have stopped that frenzy. We should have slowed down and made sure we were safe.
Bain huffs out a frustrated breath. “Christ… I’m sorry, Kiera.”
“It’s not on you. I forgot too. Or maybe I didn’t forget. Maybe I just wanted it to happen so bad, I didn’t care.”
Another squeeze and his lips press against my temple. “For what it’s worth, I’ve always used protection. I’m positive you don’t have anything to worry about from me, but you also don’t know me. I’ll get a test, though.”
“I will too,” I rush to assure him. “Same as you… I’ve always practiced safe sex. But just to ease our minds.”