Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
“Austin,” I whimpered. I didn’t know what I was pleading for. I just needed his name on my lips—a reminder that it was him.
“I need more room. Need inside you. Stay,” he commanded, dragging his hand down my back to grip my hip. He lifted me to my toes, holding me in place.
The fat head of his cock stroking across my entrance was the only warning I had before he shoved inside. I cried out, pressing my forehead to the counter as my body split in two in the most delicious way.
There was no slow tease—no sweet warm-up—no filthy words to make me wetter.
They weren’t needed.
The sounds of him fucking his cock into my soaking cunt blended with my cries and his grunts of pleasure. The sharp smack of my hand on the counter before squeezing into a tight fist matched the sound of his hips snapping against my ass.
He hovered over me, caging me in—but not to trap me. He caged me in so I didn’t fly away when he shattered me. I smacked the counter again, crazed and out of control. Animal sounds pouring from us both.
It hurt but so, so, so good.
Somewhere between my guttural cries, I managed pleas for more. His hand snaked into my hair and jerked me back against his chest. Reaching back, I gripped his ass and worked my hips to take more of him. Lips pressed against my neck. Fingers slid between my slit, stroking my clit. Hands palmed my breasts.
All of it a perfect symphony of us.
All of it too much to hold off.
Like a rising fire, it started at my feet and consumed me in a quick rush, sucking the air from my lungs. Not a single inch of my body didn’t tremble—didn’t snap apart just to come back together anew. Wave after wave of fire burned me, blotting out the vibrations of his own pleasure.
His hips snapped a few more times before finally slowing, both of us floating back to the present. We stayed connected, catching our breath until he slid free—a rush of liquid following.
“Shit,” he hissed. “I forgot a condom. Fuck, Rae. I’m sorry.”
The sticky fluid dripped between my thighs, and all I wanted to do was drag my fingers through it—rub it in, keep it forever. “I’m on the pill. I’m safe.”
“Me, too.”
“Oh, you’re on the pill, too. That’s good to know,” I joked.
He nipped at my ear.
“You know what I mean.” A sharp smack landed against my ass before his hand shifted. I gasped and jerked when he dug into the particular spot where the bruise Bodie gave me when he left hadn’t quite healed.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, already pulling back.
“A little.”
“Shit. Rae… Fuck,” he hissed, pulling away enough to inspect my back. “You have a brui—”
Before he could finish that thought and think too much about it, I whipped around in his arms and looked up through my lashes to get lost in the green depths of his eyes. “That’s not what I meant. I meant it hurt when you pushed inside so fast and hard.”
His mouth parted, the apology written all over his face, but I pressed my fingers to his lips.
“It felt good,” I confessed. “It feels so good when you stretch me too wide.”
With a growl, he bent his knees and wrapped his hands around my thighs, hoisting me up to wrap around his waist.
“Good. Now let me kiss it better.”
Chapter Eighteen
Austin
I’d meant it when I said I hadn’t planned on fucking her again, but I knew it was a losing battle when she opened the door in that scrap of a shirt. I spent the entirety of the show putting up a valiant effort to resist, but when Raelynn set her sights on something, she got it.
Not that it took too much for me to give in.
And now that I’ve had her, I sure as hell didn’t plan to stop until she made me.
Thankfully, I knew her apartment like the back of my hand because I spent the walk to her bedroom sucking and biting every inch of skin from her nipples to her neck. My knees bumped into the edge of her bed, and without warning, I tossed her back, almost falling to my knees at the sight of her full breasts bouncing.
“I could fucking live between your tits,” I groaned.
“I could live with you between my thighs,” she countered, inching her way back on the bed.
She had no idea how much I wanted to take her up on that offer—how much I wanted those words to actually be true, but I kept it to myself and left them as the playful parry she meant them as.
Instead, my gaze raked over her body, landing between her legs. She rested back on her hands, her shirt falling off her shoulders and her pants lost somewhere in the kitchen. She gently dug her heels into the mattress, bending her knees and spreading her thighs, giving me the most perfect view of her core—wet and creamy from my cum.