Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112762 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
My panting filled the room as Walker nudged against me. Then he captured my mouth once more as he pushed into me. Hard.
My desire eased his way considerably, but he was big, thick, and that overwhelming fullness I’d been desperate for caused a pleasure pain to zing down my spine. I groaned into his mouth, and he released my lips to demand, “You good?”
I nodded, staring up into his eyes, feeling so filled by him, so connected. I clenched around him, and Walker squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck, Sloane. You good?”
“Fuck me,” I commanded hoarsely.
His eyes flew open, fire in them.
And then he let me have it. Have him. I’d never been so consumed by another person. Everything was about the hot drive of him inside me. He didn’t hold back. He drove into me in slow but powerful thrusts that my hips rose to meet.
My gasps grew into cries, loud, pleasured sounds I couldn’t contain.
And I couldn’t touch him, could only take what he had to give as he held me down, and it was so goddamn exciting, I knew I was going to come too quickly. The tension inside me tightened, tightened, tightened every time he pulled out and slammed back in.
“I’m close,” I panted.
He released one of my hands to grip my thigh and pulled it up against his hip, changing the angle of his thrust. I reached for him blindly as the tension inside me shattered and I yelled his name.
My orgasm rolled through me, my inner muscles rippling and squeezing around Walker.
His eyes widened at the first tight clench and he bit out a guttural, “Fuck.” He stared as if he’d never seen anything like me. With a gruff grunt, his hips pounded faster and then momentarily stilled.
“Sloane,” he bit out between clenched teeth, his grip on my thigh bruising as his hips jerked with the swell and throb of his release.
As his climax shuddered through him, he let go of my thigh and slumped over me. “Sloane,” he murmured, grinding into me as if he wanted to prolong his orgasm.
Walker’s warm, heavy weight surrounded me, and I slid my free hand across his back. His skin was damp with exertion, his back so broad and muscled.
Our labored breathing rasped in my ears as he laid over me. Covering me.
I wasn’t a small woman, but I felt tiny beneath this mountain of a man.
I felt claimed.
The feminist in me should be appalled. But my inner cavewoman exalted because I’d just had the best sex of my life.
“I want more,” I said, wrapping my legs around his back. “I need you to do that again.”
Walker lifted his head, his face relaxed in a way I’d never seen before. Pleasure and amusement glimmered in his eyes. “When does Callie come home?”
“Not until tonight.”
“Then we have plenty of time.” He pushed up, off, and out of me. “I have some more condoms in the car.” Walker’s gaze dragged down my body as he got off the bed and sauntered out of the room. I rolled onto my side to watch him go, squeezing my legs together at the sight of his muscular ass and long, strong legs. When he came back from obviously dealing with the condom, I sucked in a breath at the sight of his cock.
No wonder he’d felt so freaking awesome inside me.
So full and overwhelming.
“I’ll be a minute,” he said, shrugging into his jeans without bothering with his underwear. “When I get back, I want you on your hands and knees, arse facing the door.”
A shiver rippled through me at the command. “Bossy,” I whispered huskily.
The corner of his lip pulled up. “You’re about to find out just how bossy I can be.”
Eighteen
WALKER
I couldn’t regret it.
Maybe that made me a selfish bastard.
But as I watched Sloane pull on a fresh pair of underwear beneath the dress she’d redonned, I couldn’t regret my afternoon with her. Or the decision to have her whenever she wanted me to. The woman had zero hang-ups in bed, and she got off on what I gave her.
Big-time.
Fuck, I could still feel her coming around my dick.
“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to take this dress off again,” Sloane teased as she smoothed said dress. It clung to her pert, full tits, and I crossed my arms over my chest to stop myself from reaching out to her.
We’d just gone three very long rounds, followed by a shower, and Callie would be home soon. I needed to leave before she returned. At least Sloane seemed to stay true to her word. There were no longing looks or asking me to stay awhile. No “when will I see you again.”
In fact, she turned to me upon her last orgasm and said, “This was awesome, but Callie will be home soon.”