Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I lick my finger and slick it over my clit, stroking myself while he watches, getting wetter as he works to get himself ready. Without any preamble, he puts two fingers against my entrance and curls them inside me, making me grunt. Oh god, it feels good. He pushes again, once, twice, three times, watching my reactions, adjusting the position of the tips of his fingers inside me. He's working out my anatomy, I think with a start. Checking to make sure he's going to hit the spot. His diligence is something I appreciate massively.
"You're ready," he says, easing his fingers from inside me and licking them lasciviously. The sigh that breaks from his lips is husky and hungry. "Next time, I want time and privacy," he says. "And a little less sand."
Next time.
I'm laughing as he climbs over me, braced on impossibly strong arms, staring at me with eyes that express equal parts amusement and fascination.
But I stop when he notches that big, urgent cock at my entrance and puts all his weight behind it. My pussy stretches around the intrusion, but even though I'm slick, it still burns just a little. Pleasure and pain are close sisters. He feeds himself into me and I take it all until I can't take anymore. Oh fuck. He's so huge.
One big arm scoops my right leg high over his shoulder, and he pulls out a little, like he's using his cock to search for that same spot that made my eyes roll. When he finds it, the little squeaking sound I make amuses him. "You like it right there?" he asks.
"Fuck, yeah," I say. "Just there..."
I arch my back, reaching to shove down my top so I can touch my breast. Lachlan moves slowly at first, rubbing and rubbing the head of his massive cock over that little bundle of nerves that has the power to render the rest of my body immobile. My fingers tease my tight nipple but are replaced quickly by Lachlan's hot mouth and harsh teeth. I groan like a woman possessed, feeling my pleasure building and fearing how big it feels.
"You like this big cock, don't you?" he says, resting his hand around my throat as he sucks my earlobe between his lips.
"Yes," I gasp, shifting my hips.
"Touch yourself," he says. "I want you to come on this cock. Then we'll see who's untying who."
My clit is swollen and sensitive, but I rest my finger above it and the action of his hips is enough to stimulate it perfectly.
Lachlan kisses me deep, his tongue matching the rhythm of his cock and I'm lost in everything this big strong, sensitive, wounded man has to give.
"Mmmm..." I moan, and he speeds his hips into fast shallow thrusts that hit me inside just right. When I come, my pussy squeezing in rhythmic waves and my head thrown back into the cool sand, Lachlan really lets go.
The power behind his movements causes my ass to dig a hole in the sand. I hold him around his broad back, understanding how much it takes him to hold himself to the restrained, controlled person he is in everyday life.
Lachlan is untamed and passionate. He's intense and overwhelming. But behind it all, he's watchful. Because Lachlan's big enough to really hurt me. His cock is so long that if he really pounded into me, it would wreck my insides. He holds back just enough that everything about this interaction is good for me. I just hope it is for him, too.
"Give it to me," I whisper, sensing his restraint. "Give me everything you've got. Fill me up, Lachlan. I want it."
The huge man above me groans like he's in pain and then his body seizes, hips stilling while he arches his spine into an earth-shattering orgasm. I hold him tightly, stroking his back and neck the way I did in the office, feeling his whole body melting beneath my touch.
He doesn't collapse over me, still conscious of his size in relation to mine, even when he's mindless with sensation. Instead, he rolls us so I'm half sprawled over him, sandy and salty and spent.
He stares up at the sky for the longest time and I let the silence rest between us like a blanket shaken high and released to settle over a freshly made bed.
Eventually, he kisses the top of my head hard and squeezes me into his embrace. I breathe in his masculine scent, wanting to commit as much of this to memory as possible. Because who knows how long the universe will keep us together?
He makes a sound in his throat, and I tip my head to look at him.
"Definitely a fairy," he says. "A wicked fairy who can untie even the tightest, most complicated of knots." And I'm not sure why, but his words make me want to cry.