Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
His corded neck. The breadth of his shoulders. The strength in his arms and legs.
The way he expertly worked her clit with one hand and her breast with the other.
The man was amazing and, truthfully, a little too good to be true.
That thought worried her, so for now, she pushed it away. She needed to concentrate on the here and now and nothing more. Because this moment was guaranteed. Anything beyond that wasn’t.
She alternated smoothly rolling her hips in circles and rocking back and forth, riding both his cock and his hand at her clit. Using his body for her pleasure and to take herself to her first orgasm.
And when it came, it was a firecracker exploding inside her. Making her cry out and fall forward, pinning his arm between them until the intense climax and its aftershocks faded away. Once they did, she crash landed back into her body from where she had floated.
But she wasn’t done with him yet. Not even close. And, of course, he wasn’t done, either.
His twitching hard length remained buried deep inside her. His breath ragged, just like hers. A few beads of sweat had appeared on his forehead.
Before she could rip off the blindfold, he did it himself, wearing a very determined look on his face.
She knew exactly what his eyes revealed. And his expression needed no interpreting…
With a growl, he rolled her, switching their positions. He settled between her legs with his cock knocking on her open door. She rolled out the welcome mat in anticipation as he stared down into her face, his dark eyes locking with hers. “You took yours, now I’m taking mine.”
What he said shouldn’t send a shiver down her spine, but it did. And it wasn’t because his words turned her cold, it was because it turned up the damn temperature.
While he was “taking his” she hoped to experience another orgasm as intense as the first.
Bracing himself with his hands planted on the mattress, he began driving hard and plunging deep, hitting all the right spots. Taking what he wanted, and in return, giving her what she needed.
She clung to him, digging her nails into his flesh, pressing her heels into the backs of his muscular thighs, holding on for the ride as he powered up and into her, sweeping her under. Chasing away all thoughts and making her focus solely on him and what he was doing.
She closed her eyes, threw her head back and moaned his name as he gave her no mercy while he continued to pound her.
“Yes… Oh my God, yes…”
The power and intensity of this man started a fire in her center and fanned those flames until they singed every inch of her freaking body.
He touched every part of her without even physically doing so.
His labored breathing filled her ears. His determined expression filled her memory. His weight pressed her deeper into the mattress, keeping her there. Right where he wanted her, right where she wanted to be.
With accompanying grunts, he thrust again and again. He was like a well-tuned machine, never slowing, never skipping a beat.
Determined to take them both to their final destination.
When she scraped her nails up his spine and latched onto the back of his neck, she opened her eyes to see his were open, too.
He wasn’t losing himself in what he was doing. He was losing himself in her.
His eyes widened just enough for her to catch it before they became hooded again.
He captured her mouth and her breath as he drove hard and ground deep, rotating his hips with a flexibility a lot of men didn’t have. They could thrust but didn’t add on those little movements that made all the difference in bringing about a woman’s orgasm.
He knew all those moves.
And he used them.
Expertly, too.
Oh yes. This man knew what the hell he was doing and felt the need to prove it. He was doing that tonight even though she never once doubted it. He was making up for what he thought was a shortcoming the other night when it wasn’t.
She got it. He didn’t want to disappoint her. She didn’t want to disappoint him, either. But she wasn’t disappointed even an iota. She was impressed and pleased.
With everything he did the other night, with everything he was doing tonight, not one complaint would pass her lips. But when her second orgasm of the night hit her, another moan would.
“Phire,” he breathed. “The more you pulse around me, the closer I’m getting. You need to—” He didn’t need to finish.
The climax struck her like a freight train, knocking her down and dragging her along. Leaving her both boneless and breathless as it passed.
When he tensed, she knew he was at his own breaking point. He’d probably been hanging on just for her.
With a ragged, “Thank fuck,” he dug his knees deeper into the mattress, drove as hard as he could, remained there and came. But he didn’t still, he continued little grinding motions as they both experienced more aftershocks.