Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69472 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
He groans into my mouth when I reach down to line him up, his fingers curling into my flesh when I lower myself down slightly.
“Damn it, Hayden.”
He pulls back, his eyes staring into mine as I drop lower. My mouth falls open as I try to adjust to the stretch his body is demanding of mine, and I can’t help but look down, pressing my forehead to his as I watch him disappear inside of me.
“Squeezing me so fucking tight, baby,” he hisses. “Jesus, that feels amazing.”
I whimper with need as I circle my hips, wanting him completely inside of me but unsure if it’s even physically possible.
I lift a few inches before trying again, realizing that I won’t have to do much more to climax. He’s hitting every spot inside of me, some I never knew existed, and it makes my legs shake.
“Can you take more?” he pants. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“F-feels s-so good,” I stammer. “M-more.”
“Like this,” he urges, his hands moving my pelvis forward. “Lean back.”
The action opens me up just a little more, but we both watch, eyes glued to where we’re connected as I slide all the way down.
His head snaps up, eyes trained on mine as he lifts me with the shear strength in his forearms before letting me slowly glide back down the full length of him.
My lips part on a moan, hands clamped on his shoulders as my legs begin to shake.
“Yes,” he whispers. “It’s mine. Give it to me.”
“Quinten,” I hiss when my body seizes up a split second before exploding.
His hips jerk, cock stabbing into me, and I love it. My eyes flutter closed before I can stop them, so I miss the sight of his handsome face when he orgasms but the rumbled groan echoes around the room. He fucks me through his orgasm, cock kicking inside of me countless times.
When it’s over, I crash against his chest, more exhausted than I was when I laid down right after our shower. The next thing I remember is the lulling sound of his heart beating against my ear.
Chapter 29
Quinten
Although it’s something that rarely happens, waking up with a woman in my arms doesn’t feel the least amount out of place. Knowing it’s Hayden’s breath skating across my skin when my eyes flutter open fills me with a sense of rightness so perfect, I’m hesitant to move in fear that it could end.
But my body is thrumming, cock hard and ready for more. I waiver between climbing out of bed and making us something to eat, stroking myself hoping that she’ll wake up and take over, and crawling down her body and sucking on her clit until she wakes up.
All three are viable options, but then her stomach rumbles in her sleep, making me realize we’ve been in bed for hours. The sun has set, indicating the day is ending, and she hasn’t eaten. My own stomach barks out a protest when her fingers flex against my chest and option one seems much less viable.
I’m trembling with unspent energy despite the restful nap I got this afternoon with her on my chest as I slowly extricate myself from the bed without waking her. I came close to losing her this morning, the threat of one man with a gun having the power to shatter my entire world, and I have nowhere to focus that energy. I grab my sweats from the floor and tug them up my thighs, the entire time keeping my eyes on her sleeping form as if she’ll disappear if I look away.
My stomach grumbles again, loud enough that I’m afraid it’s going to wake her, and that’s the only thing that gets me moving toward the kitchen. I snack on prepackaged grapes as I bend my head, looking in the fridge when I feel the air around me shift.
I turn, my heart ramping up to twice the speed when I see her standing on the other side of the kitchen, her body swallowed up in the shirt I took off and threw on the bathroom floor earlier before our shower.
She holds it to her nose, hiding a smile that’s still clear in the sparkle in her eyes.
“Hey,” I whisper. “How do you feel?”
“A little sore,” she confesses, her face still hidden behind the shirt she’s wearing.
I swallow thickly, my cock, and in all honesty, every other part of me, liking that she can still feel where I’ve been even several hours later.
I want to beat my chest like a savage when she gets closer, each step tentative, indicating just how tender she actually is. I feel like a wild animal, taking pride in the echo of my cock still on her sensitive skin.
She moves before I can fully reach for her, and I figure now isn’t the best time to ask her if she wants me to kiss it and make it better.