Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
FIFTY
RIVER
Fuck me.
She knew. She fucking knew, and she hadn’t run. Instead, she was in my arms, confessing her love over and over against my lips.
“I love you, I love you,” she whimpered as I consumed that cherry-kissed mouth.
She knew. She knew.
Now she knew and she could rest in me. Trust me. It might take time, but I was going to show her she could give me every burden she was carrying.
No doubt, I needed to dig into the info Cash had given. But not right then. Not when I just needed to show her I’d be there to hold her, no matter what. Not when I didn’t want her walls to rise. Not when I didn’t want anything between us.
“You’re mine,” I rumbled back, guts a twine of devotion and desire. It was all tossed with the rage still roaring through my veins at what’d gone down tonight. At what could have happened.
I wouldn’t let it.
I would find whoever the fucker was who’d found us and snuff them out.
“And you’re mine. The first person I’ve ever wanted,” she murmured frantically.
Lust smacked me in the face, my cock steeled in possession. “Good because you’re about to have me.”
Needed her right then. I couldn’t wait another second to get inside this woman.
My feet were planted wide to support the bike, and Charleigh scrambled to get even closer, climbing my lap like she was climbing a tree. Pressing those sweet tits against my chest as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
Her pussy was an inferno, burning me up where she rubbed herself against my straining cock.
“Need you,” she begged at the frantic kiss, her nails raking, digging into my flesh over my tee. Dragging over my shoulders. My chest.
“Know what you need, Little Runner. Told you once you had my cock, you’d keep running back for more of it. Told you that you’d never get enough.”
But it was me who was suffering the ailment. Sure I might die if I didn’t get to feel her wrapped around my dick in the next five seconds.
My hand slipped up her bare thigh until I was gripping at the little satin piece that covered her center.
I ripped it off.
Charleigh gasped, surprised for a flash as I yanked her underwear free. I pressed the soaked fabric to my nose, inhaled that delicious scent, her essence coating my senses in greed.
“Drenched for me,” I rumbled.
She whined and rubbed her bare pussy against my jeans. “Always. I didn’t know what it was to want someone. To need someone. Not until I met you. And I need it. Fuck me, River. Possess me. Make me remember who I’m supposed to be.”
I growled, satisfaction ripping through me since she was long past the forgetting.
She let her hands slide down until she was jerking at the button of my jeans, and I helped her, unbuttoning the button and lowering the zipper. With my position, the denim was tight, but I was able to get myself free.
I gripped my cock, my shaft fucking stone and pointed for the sky, dripping at the tip. Head so engorged it verged on painful.
Her tongue stroked over her lips in a whispered frenzy, her legs quivering where she held herself up, hovering high. “Oh God, look at you.”
I stroked myself once. “You want it, Little Runner? You want my cock filling you full?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Want you bare.” I grunted it. “Want to feel your slick walls drenching my flesh.”
She gave a rabid nod of her head, and she curled her arms around my neck as she fully straddled me, though she kept her body high and lifted.
I gazed up at her.
She was moonlit.
Rays of milky shimmer rolling over her, casting her in warmth and light. Stunning face illuminated, soul shining bright.
Heart clutching, I tossed her skirt up around her waist.
I fed her just the head of my cock, the barbell notching into her cunt. Even that was snug. So fuckin’ snug I got the wind knocked out of me.
I tightened my hold around her waist, fisted the base of my cock, trying to will myself into control.
Every time I had her, it was the same. The pleasure she wrung out of me close to torture.
Her thighs shook. “River.”
I gave her another inch, then another, and her nails sank into my shoulders as I took her deeper and deeper. Her breaths turned raspy as she struggled to adjust. “You feel so…it’s too much.”
She said it almost every fucking time when I spread her wide, her tight little body barely accommodating me. But she did.
“You can take it, Charleigh. You were meant for me. Meant to take my cock.”
Meant to take every part of me. Her sweet, open soul seeing me for who I was and accepting me, anyway.
Her cunt spasmed and clutched as I gave her more. It was different this time, her arousal coating my dick, her walls throbbing as I filled her halfway.