Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 606(@200wpm)___ 485(@250wpm)___ 404(@300wpm)
I cried out with the last of it, trembling in his grip before I fell completely lax.
“That’s my girl,” Clay praised, and he licked up my release like it was his only meal before slowly crawling up my body. “I hope you know that’s just the first one tonight.”
I smiled, laughing a bit as my breath steadied. But then I was seeking him again, hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him into me for a deep kiss.
“I’m ready.”
Clay swallowed, meeting my warm kisses with his own before he reached blindly for whatever he’d put on the bedside table. When I heard the foil tear, I realized what it was.
My heart hammered to a gallop in my chest, beating so loud and hard I could hear it in my ears. I imagined Clay could hear it, too, because he paused with the condom in his hand, using the other to brush the hair from my eyes.
“We can wait,” he offered.
“No.”
I reached for the condom, plucking it from his fingers and kissing him as I blindly felt for his erection between us. When I gripped him, slowly rolling the condom over his length, he moaned into my mouth, hips flexing into the rubber as I continued stretching it over him.
“I need you inside me,” I whispered, rolling my hips to meet his. “I want you to be the first one to fill me, Clay. I want you to be the first one I feel like this.”
He growled, biting my bottom lip as he reached between us for my wrists. He pinned both by my head, leaning up a bit to take in the length of me as I panted and writhed beneath him.
“You want me to be the only one,” he corrected me, and fuck if I didn’t gasp out a weak yes in affirmation.
Clay’s eyelids fluttered at the word, and his jaw was tight as he reached between us and adjusted himself at my entrance. I kept my hands where he’d placed them, even with his grip gone, twisting my fingertips into the pillow at my head as I held on for dear life.
His crown slipped between my lips, and he ran it up through my wetness before sliding it down to my entrance. He paused then, his eyes finding mine, and then he tested it, flexing forward just enough to stretch me open for him.
I gasped, that same familiar cocktail of pleasure and pain surfacing from the first time he fingered me.
The dominance faded from his face, brows folding together as he lowered himself down to his elbows and brought his lips to mine.
“Okay?” he asked softly.
I nodded, wrapping my arms around him and sliding my fingers into his hair. I gripped him to me, kissing him harder as I tucked my hips just enough to help him slide a centimeter more.
We both inhaled a stiff breath at the feel of it, and then Clay took control again, withdrawing that small bit of his tip before he flexed forward and filled me even more.
The pain intensified, but it was smoothed quickly as he kissed me and took his time, each roll of his hips stretching me open just a little more. Over and over, again and again, inch by blissful inch — he opened me, sliding in deeper and deeper as he kissed me reverently, his thundering heart matching the beat of my own.
And then, with a hiss and a moan, he filled me.
We both shuddered when he was fully inside, and I clung to him, nails digging into the flesh of his back as he softly kissed where his head was buried in my neck.
“Goddamn, Kitten,” he groaned, withdrawing only to flex fully inside me again. “You feel so fucking incredible.”
I couldn’t speak to tell him he felt the same, because too fast for it to be normal, another orgasm built heavy and hot in my gut.
“I… I…”
I tried to say it, tried to bring the words out that would let him know what I was feeling. Whether he knew or not, I couldn’t be sure, but he gave me just what I needed. He slipped out of me only to slide back in, finding a rhythm as he kissed my neck and massaged my breast in his large, warm hand.
The sensations battled for my attention, and I spread my thighs even wider for him, needing more.
Clay pressed up onto the palms of his hands, towering over me, and I watched the sensuous roll of his body as he fucked me. It was the most gorgeous, most hedonistic sight I’d ever seen in my life. His abs contracted and released with every roll, his heavy eyes locked on mine as he drove me closer to the edge.
“Clay,” I whispered, as scared as I was excited for the feeling building inside me.