Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Hold me. Touch me. God, touch me, Delilah.”
I wrapped my arms around him, urging Mal without words to keep going, bringing his mouth to mine, and moaning as encouragement. He started to move, pulling his hips back and then pushing them forward. Every time he thrust back into me, I could feel my pussy stretch, that burn leaving little by little and being released with pleasure. It was like nothing I’d ever imagined before. And then he started picking up speed until he was doing the age-old movement of intimacy.
He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, the loving look on his face so deep, so penetrating, I felt it surround me.
“God, I love you,” he groaned, and my breath caught. Had I heard him right? “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you.”
I didn’t know what to say. His words, coupled with the very intimate act we were sharing, nearly had me crying. But I sucked it up and pulled him closer, my hand cupping the back of his head as I brought him to my lips once more.
“You don't have to say it back—”
“I love you,” I whispered against his mouth, cutting him off. “I love you. I love you. I love you, Mal.” It was as if this dam had broken free inside me. We’d been tiptoeing around each other seemingly forever, nitpicking, pushing buttons, teasing, biting back with words. But it had been these turbulent emotions that had driven us.
A part of me hated the strange, new emotions Mal roused in me. And I knew that he got under my skin because it turned him on.
He groaned against my mouth and started taking control of the kiss, delving his tongue into my mouth, claiming every inch of me.
“Don’t hold back,” I found myself saying. “Let me experience everything with you.” The words were out before I could stop them, but I didn’t want to.
“God, you can’t say stuff like that. I’m barely hanging on.”
“I’m so far past hanging on it’s not funny.”
With a guttural noise, he pulled out of me, but before I could protest, he had me flipped over so I was now on my belly. Chest on the bed, I could feel his warm, humid breath on my lower back. I closed my eyes and tightened my hold on the sheets to try to stabilize myself.
He wedged his leg between mine and forced them apart so he could settle right where I wanted him. The muscles of my inner thighs stretched and strained, but when I felt his cock nudge at the opening of my pussy again before sliding home, I anticipated what was next.
I lifted my ass, telling him without words to give me more.
He breathed harshly behind me and groaned, his warm breath moving along my shoulder blades. “I am so in love with you. So. In. Love. With. You.” His hands were on either side of my head, his forearms muscular and vein-roped. And then I felt his cockhead nudge my opening. I lifted up a little more, allowing him to go right where I ached. Right in me.
We both cried out as he slid in deep. And then he stilled.
“I’m not hurting you, am I, baby?”
The discomfort was still definitely there, but the pleasure was at its peak.
“Don’t stop.” The words were but a pleasure-whisper from my mouth.
Mal made this deep noise, one that told me he was probably done reining it in. He pulled out and pushed back in. Nice and easy. Slow and steady as he let me get used to this new position. But as the seconds ticked by, I realized he was picking up speed until he now slammed into me over and over again, his thrusting feral, as if he had no control. I felt his self-restraint slip until he now pounded into me like a madman.
The sound of wet sex, of my body greedily sucking at his, as if it needed him deeper, needed to be filled even more, was a roar inside me. Mal drove me to the brink and then forced me over as I free-fell into pleasure and climaxed around him, my pussy sucking and clenching around his cock.
I bent my knees slightly, allowing myself to spread wider, to angle my pussy up just a little, and he slid. In. Deeper.
“Jesus,” he barked out, our skin damp from sweat.
Our flesh slapped together in the most obscene, erotic ways. And it filled my ears. Any discomfort was long gone. I was just this little boat in an ocean of sensations.
When I heard him groan out, deep and long, I knew he was about to come. Mal covered my back with his chest and wedged a hand between my body and the mattress, finding my clit and rubbing the bud with swift circles.