Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 65225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
His mouth slammed down on mine as he started to grind his hips into my core, igniting that spark that’d already been very much present when I realized that it was him behind me and not some stranger.
If I were being honest, I’d admit that I’d felt a little bit crazy for him all day long, since the moment I’d left the house this morning. Since the moment he kissed me goodbye and told me he didn’t want me to go alone.
I kissed him back, my hands threading around his shoulder and up into his hair to keep him exactly where I was.
But I should’ve known that was a futile gesture.
Holding on to Easton would be impossible if he didn’t want to be held.
Which, at that moment, he sure didn’t want to be.
He moved like lightning, despite being hurt, and had me inside the cab of my truck, and into the back where there was a sleeper bed, and flat on my back moments later.
He pulled away just long enough to lock the doors and divest himself of his pants.
I hastily yanked on my own pants when I saw where this was going and was ready for him when he cursed and threw himself at me.
He was there for about two point five seconds before he growled low in his throat and pulled himself back once again.
“What…” I cried out only to see him reach for his pants again. “What’s wrong?”
He pulled out his wallet and that’s when I saw the foiled packet in his hand, making me realize that he was being smart, while I was being a complete dumbass.
“I need to go on birth control,” I grumbled to mostly myself.
But he answered with a grunted, “Yes.”
My lips were quirking hard when he returned after slicking that condom onto his fat cock.
“You really fuckin’ do,” he agreed wholeheartedly as he returned to between my legs. “Are you wet enough for me?”
He went to reach for me, to check for himself, but I wrapped my legs around his narrow hips and pulled him in, letting him know without the touch of his fingers that I was very much beyond ready.
“I’ve been ready since you yelled at me,” I teased him. “Now hurry up. I’m dying.”
He chuckled, going down onto his elbows on either side of my head, before saying, “I wouldn’t want you to go out like that. If you had to go out any way…” He slid inside. “I’d want it to be with me inside of you.”
I closed my eyes as the slight burning stretch of him started to fill me.
One slow inch at a time until I was so full I was panting with the effort to hold still and not wiggle.
To egg him on until he lost control, and could possibly hurt himself.
He may not really care that he was exerting the effort, but I certainly did.
So I would be a good girl… for now.
His hand clamped down on my hip, forcing me to stop the slow circles that I couldn’t stop myself from doing, regardless of how good I wanted to be.
“You’re tight,” he declared, moving in slightly only to drag himself almost entirely back out.
I whimpered at the withdrawal, hating the feeling of emptiness when I knew the feeling of fullness.
“Do you think,” I whispered into his ear as he slowly circled his hips, “it’ll be even better without a condom?”
He growled something low in his throat that I couldn’t quite make out, causing me to smile.
“I’ll be so slick,” I whispered. “I’ll be able to feel every inch of you. Then when you come, it’ll be inside of me instead of…”
“Are you trying to get yourself fucked rough?” he asked. “Because I can’t handle that right now, as much as it pains me to admit.”
I shut my mouth, because he was right.
He was still hurt.
“Let me be on top then,” I suggested. “It’ll mitigate a lot of movement on your end.”
His hand left my hip to move up to my throat again, then farther so he could cup my chin.
There, he held my face in place while he ravaged my mouth again.
By the time he slowly and carefully flipped over, I was a panting mess, and ready to slam myself down on him until neither one of us could breathe.
His hands slid up the outsides of my legs, dipping in at the waist, only to come to a stop right under my ribs, physically stopping me from doing anything crazy like taking control.
The damn man.
“Easton,” I breathed, wiggling on top of him with only half of his erection buried inside of me.
He used his superior strength to give me what he wanted, which was slow and deep, apparently.
Over and over he would fill me, taking one tantalizing inch at a time until I was full of him, then he’d start the whole entire process over.