Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 135847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
I was waiting for him at the foot of his bed, my stomach having dropped, my vagina convulsing, and when he sauntered in, I wanted to rush him, but for some reason, I didn’t. Watching him take his time walking to me, the look on his face that was a visible definition of the intensity of our kiss, I needed to take it all in, memorize it.
Feel it.
He stopped in front of me, and I shivered as he slid his hand up the back of my neck into my hair, murmuring, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I called you.”
Oh God.
He’d been very annoying during that call.
But I’d wanted the same.
“Hale,” I breathed, beginning to get freaked about how big the feelings were that I was feeling.
“It’s not gonna be slow, baby, and it’s not gonna be gentle. When I’m done with you, you’re going to feel so thoroughly fucked, you’ll never forget that feeling for the rest of your life.”
Oh God.
I whimpered in anticipation.
Hale didn’t make me wait.
He fisted his hand in my hair, and sensation snaked down my spine and exploded between my legs when he tugged my head back, and his mouth crashed down on mine all as he leaned into me, and we both fell to the bed.
He was right, it wasn’t slow.
But it was going to be one-sided.
I knew this when he pulled off my tee, I tried to go for his sweater, and he said, “Mm-mm, sweetheart. I let you play this morning. This time, you’re all mine.”
This caused another whimper. And another one came when Hale tugged off my jeans with my panties.
Then I gasped because his mouth was between my legs.
In fact, he’d scooped up my ass in both hands and was feeding himself from me.
It was forceful, insistent, God, amazing. I’d never experienced someone going down on me with such prowess, such craving, such need.
I tried to round him with my legs, but he pushed them open, wide and high, with his hands behind my knees, murmuring against my flesh. “No, stay open for me.”
My pussy wept wet at his words and deeds, and he went back down on me.
It was too much, too big, I couldn’t take any more.
And just when I had that thought, Hale got up on his knees. I watched him pull his sweater and T-shirt off, and yank his jeans down.
I would have been awed by the sleek, lean, muscled contours of his chest and abs, but I instantly got distracted as his cock jumped out proudly, thick and hard and beautifully veined.
God, I knew how that felt in my mouth, how it tasted.
But now, I needed it inside me.
“Hale,” I begged.
He fell to a hand in the bed beside me, reached to the nightstand and came back with a condom.
I fought squirming as I watched him roll it on one-handed, then he cupped my sex, kneading my clit as his eyes scanned my face.
“Ready for me, baby?” he asked.
He had to feel I was.
“Yes,” I pushed out.
His gaze roamed over my body. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
I loved he thought that, but what his fingers were doing was killing me.
“Hale.” It was a plea.
He slid one long finger deep inside.
My eyes rolled back and my back rose off the bed.
“Look at me, Elsa.”
I settled, nearly panting, and tried to focus on him.
He slid his finger out, then fell forward, undulating his hips, and he was inside, filling me.
Yes. Oh yes.
Definitely panting now.
“Wrap me up. You’re gonna need to hold on,” he advised.
Oh yes.
I did as told.
Then he fucked me.
Seriously fucked me.
I thought I’d had some good sex, but I’d never been taken like that by a man.
And if you’d described it, I probably would have told you I didn’t want it.
But I’d have been so very wrong.
Claimed and owned, dominated and adulated.
He rubbed my nipple over my bra, and I didn’t really feel it, because it was all about Hale’s eyes on mine and his cock driving inside. He moved his fingers to my clit and that felt amazing, but it was now about the fact he was kissing me, possessing my mouth as he was my pussy.
It felt like I was on the edge of my climax forever, so when I crashed over, I came apart, moaning against his tongue, bucking up into his thrusts.
He groaned down my throat, took his hand from between my legs, then captured both my wrists and pulled them over my head. He clamped one hand around them, pinned them to the bed and angled slightly up so he could watch as he kept fucking me.
Pinned and unable to do anything but be fucked, my pussy rippled around his cock.
“Honey,” I whispered, my voice husky.
“Christ, the things I jacked off thinking about doing to you.”