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)
Charleigh made a choked sound in the back of her throat, though she scrambled to get up and kneel on her knees, my woman more than eager.
She panted while I slipped my fingers in the elastic waist of the tiny shorts she was wearing, and I began to peel them down.
Exposing the perfect globes of her ass.
Her trembling thighs.
She lifted each knee so I could drag them all the way free.
And there was my girl.
Naked and writhing in my chair, hanging onto the headrest while she stared back at me.
Hair that she’d let go back to blonde cascaded over her shoulders and back.
That tat I’d permanently marked on her exposed, skin still red and hot, the color bright and shiny with the cream.
Knew I needed to be careful not to touch it or irritate it, but I had to have her.
Just like this.
She arched her ass out. No doubt she needed it, too.
I reached out and dragged my fingers through her pussy. She was already soaked. “Look at you, always so fuckin’ needy. I hadn’t even touched you yet, and you were dripping wet.”
“Because I always need you,” she whimpered.
I ticked the button of my jeans then dragged down the zipper. The rip of it bounced against the walls, and Charleigh inhaled a jagged breath as she squeezed her thighs together.
I pulled myself free, cock in my hand. I pressed the blunt head to her entrance. “Do you know how hard I’ve been since the second you sat down in my chair tonight? Hours spent dreaming of this…driving my dick into the sweet heat of your cunt.”
I took her in one possessive thrust.
Pleasure flashed in bright lights at the edges of my eyes, the feel of the girl pure, awe-inspiring bliss.
Her tight little pussy hugged me in a throbbing, greedy fist, and Charleigh gasped and writhed as she adjusted to my size.
“So good, Charleigh,” I grunted. “Doesn’t matter how many times I have you, I will never get enough. Will never stop feeling like I’m dreaming. Fuckin’ fantasy, having you like this.”
“Yes…I…please…take me.” A roll of pleas toppled from her, and she pushed back, trying to take me deeper.
I was happy to oblige.
I gripped her by the hips, and I watched as I pulled out, my cock drenched with her arousal, her lips slick and swollen and perfect.
I rocked back in.
Hard.
Charleigh bowed forward before she rocked back.
I began to drive into her like that. Fucking her in hard, deep strokes.
A buzz of pleasure built around us. A burn that was only meant for us.
We were both panting and grunting, fighting to get closer to the other. This woman my ecstasy.
Praises poured out of my mouth.
“Look at you. The way you take my cock. The way you were made for me. Good girl.”
Good girl.
The best girl.
My only girl.
The only one who could be meant for me. The only one who could see me for who I was.
A monster who would gladly rip the world to shreds if it meant protecting her.
Loving her.
Keeping her.
“Touch me,” she begged, and I looped my arm around her so I could play with her engorged clit.
“Like that?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
Her ass was jutted out as I pounded into her.
Hard and fast and desperate.
“River…Oh God…I…”
“Come for me, Little Runner. Come.”
She exploded around my dick, the girl shooting off in this orgasm that ripped through her like a storm.
That’s what we were.
The perfect storm.
Volatile and chaotic and perfectly right.
Her rapture set me off, bliss bursting through me as I came. I held her tight as I poured into her body.
We were both gasping as we came down, though neither of us ever really touched the floor.
We were always lifted.
Elevated.
Given to this thing that could only belong to us.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Careful to avoid her back, I leaned forward so I could murmur at the sensitive flesh at the nape of her neck.
“Yeah, baby. I love you. From here to eternity.”