Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
And then, we’re off to the fucking races.
We rock and slam together like this is desperation—like this is water after being lost in the desert. Her hips roll over and over as she rides my big dick, my abs flexing as I thrust up to meet her every time. My hand grips her hair in my fist, tugging her head back so I can leave bite marks down her neck to her breasts. I tease and suck her nipples mercilessly, making her cry out in pleasure as we slam together faster and harder.
My finger slides down her ass, and when she feels me teasing at her asshole, she whimpers, pulling back to nod at me through pleasure-hooded eyes. I ease my finger into her tight little hole, and Nicole goes fucking nuts at the feel of my finger filling her ass to the knuckle while my huge cock flexes inside of her pretty pussy.
She keeps rocking on me, her whole body tensing higher and higher until suddenly, with a squeal of pure pleasure, she’s coming for me. She cries out, rocking her hips like a girl possessed, grinding on my finger and my cock as her orgasm tears through her. I roll us, pushing her onto her back on the couch as I drive my cock deep inside.
I rut into her, snarling, kissing her like a madman. Our bodies writhe together, muscles clench, moans drip through my ears, and suddenly, I’m not even on earth anymore. With her, this is heaven—this is an ethereal fucking plane.
This is perfect, and I never want to leave.
Our eyes lock, our breaths pant together. I know I’m going to fall. And so is she. I roar as I drive deep inside of her slick, tight, velvety little cunt, and Nicole suddenly explodes. She moans wildly, crushing her mouth to mine as the orgasm hits her again. And this time, I’m right there with her.
My balls pulse, and my cock swells harder and bigger than I’ve ever been before inside of her as I erupt deep in her cunt. Rope after rope after rope of hot, sticky cum blast into her, our bodies clenching and writhing together before we collapse, utterly spent.
This may actually be heaven, and even if that means I’m actually dead, I’m okay with it.
Whatever the cost, staying right here with her would be worth it.
I kiss her slow and deep as the sun sets over the water behind me, and darkness engulfs us.
Chapter Fourteen
Nicole
It’s still dark, but I’m awake. Somehow, hours back I assume, we managed to drag ourselves to the bedroom and collapse into the bed together. I have no idea what time it is now, but I know it’s definitely dark, and I know it’s definitely that sound that just woke me.
That sound, but I’m not entirely sure what it is. I blink more awake, and I turn to wake Killian when I realize he’s already awake too. His eyes are narrowed, his jaw tight, and with just the moonlight coming in through the window, I can see his gaze sweeping the darkness.
“Kill—”
“I heard it,” he whispers.
He leans over to the side table, and the metallic sound of him cocking his gun sends a shiver down my back.
“Wait here,” he growls. He stands and slips some jeans on before he moves quietly for the door and pokes his head into the rest of the house before stepping out. I follow, pulling on my yoga pants and shirt before slinking to the doorway. Killian turns to me, and I can see the arched brow like he wants to tell me “I told you to wait,” but he doesn’t say it.
And then, we both hear it together—the sound of a car creeping down the gravel drive. Killian grunts and goes to the side window, me right behind him, and we can both make out the dim shape of car with the headlights off coming to a stop near the house. The engine turns off, and the door opens noiselessly.
Killian’s hand tightens on the gun, and my pulse begins to hammer.
“Stay back,” he growls as a shadowy figure steps out of the car.
“Kill!”
The big, booming voice slicing through the silence is jarring after the quiet car with no headlights.
“Killian! You there?”
I turn in confusion to see Killian frowning.
“That’s Owen,” he growls.
“I thought he didn’t know where your place was?” I whisper.
“He doesn’t.”
Killian’s jaw is clenched, his whole body on edge as he uncocks the gun and slips it into the back of his jeans.
“Stay back, princess,” he grunts, looking me in the eye before he moves for the door and opens it. “Owen?”
“Hey, brother!” Owen calls back out, stepping towards the house. I’m still hidden behind Killian in the house, but past him, with the moonlight coming through the trees, I can make out Owen—dark shaggy hair, a slightly silvered goatee, leather biker jacket, jeans, and a big tattoo of something I can’t quite make out on his neck.