Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 736(@200wpm)___ 589(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
I felt his body stiffen.
“Fuck,” he rasped, looking into my eyes again. “You have any idea what you fucking do to me, Wild? Do you even have a clue?”
“I, I think so. I …” My breath caught with a moan when Brian moved his hand out from between my legs to the back of my thigh, where he gripped and lifted, sliding his hold to my knee as it wrapped around his hip.
He slid closer, dipped until I felt his cock glide through my wet and waited.
“What, babe? Finish telling me.”
I bit my lip.
God, he was right there, teasing me, killing me, owning me.
“Wild,” he urged.
The tip of his cock pressed hard against my clit.
I opened my mouth with a gasp and squirmed in his arms.
“I make you insane,” I told him, quietly, shyly, as my body did the opposite and pushed out, silently begging for it.
“Yeah,” he murmured, low and dark in his throat. He kissed the corner of my mouth, his breath hot and wanting when he asked, “Know why you know?”
I did. I knew, but I still probed.
“Why?”
Brian moved his hand between us, positioned his cock and slid in slowly, stretching me on a groan as my mouth fell open and my body shook in pure, perfect bliss.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered.
“’Cause I make you insane, too,” he answered finally, the answer I knew already in my heart, then pushed in the rest of the way and did it roughly, jarring my body and filling me with every inch of him, sliding out then slamming back in, over and over.
It was all I needed. It was everything I needed.
It was beautiful.
It was us.
And he was mine.
“Oh, God, yes. Fuck me,” I cried out, grabbing on to his face and pulling it to me so I could suck that sweet, full bottom lip into my mouth, my other leg hitching up to his waist on its own but then being held there when he clutched on to it and rammed me hard and fast, driving my back into the post.
The wood scratched and burned my skin but I didn’t care, and honestly, it felt good.
Everything felt good.
Every throb, every pull, every pinch or bite of flesh.
I’d never been fucked like this, pounded into with such raw, shocking, beautiful force my teeth chattered and pieces of my soul broke off, reaching out and seeking the very person I was clinging to. Plus, Brian was bigger than Marcus, thicker and longer by what felt like a mile. I wasn’t used to someone this size, but I was so wet and hot and ready, he made sure of that, and with each thrust I grew not only accustomed to Brian’s cock but tighter around him, building to that perfect point of madness without any trying on my part.
Everything he gave, I took, and I did it begging.
I was his girl.
“More,” I whimpered. “Please. Please …oh, God, please.”
I took his thrusts and his hands bruising as he fucked harder, giving me it all.
Out. In. Out. In.
Harder …
Harder …
God …
My breath hitched.
“Fuck, you’re right there, Wild,” Brian said, brushing my hair out of my face and kissing me deep. “I’ve got you,” he whispered. “I’ve had you, Syd. Let go.”
He had me.
Even when he was Wes, he had me.
One last swipe of my tongue against Brian’s and I cried out, head snapping back and eyes rolling, every muscle in my body tightening as I came apart and exploded in his arms, feeling weighted and weightless at the same time.
Feeling everything, all because it was Brian and he was giving it to me.
And I fell, knowing he was catching me.
There wasn’t anything more beautiful than that.
Him and me.
He kept it up, hips pumping faster and his noises growing louder and deeper as my world drifted back together and I opened my eyes.
I knew Brian was close. I could feel it in the way his breathing changed against my cheek and his hands and fingers on my skin repositioned then gripped, readying to pull back and out.
“Don’t,” I pleaded, tightening my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
Brian leaned back, straining. “I’m gonna come.”
“I know. Do it.”
His eyes flashed.
Crazy.
Beautiful.
Gone.
I pulled him back and kissed him as he poured himself inside me, stilling as deep as he could go and holding it there, jerking between my legs and moaning into my mouth, then changing the kiss to something soft and sweet and quiet, no tongue, only lips and panting breaths.
Something like a first kiss.
He gave it to me slow and shy, maybe knowing deep down I’d imagined this moment with him a thousand times and a thousand different ways in my head and wanting to give that to me, or maybe needing it himself.
It didn’t matter and I didn’t ask because it was perfect.
And you don’t question perfect moments. You let them happen.