Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
He took my hand and pressed it against my pussy. And then, he guided my fingers between my folds, showing me what he wanted.
“Touch yourself, Storee. Give yourself pleasure. I fucking love your independence. I love that you don’t need me.”
“I don’t need you. But I choose you,” I gasped as I pressed my fingers against my pussy and slowly slid them inside.
I pulled my fingers out, then pushed them back inside, my wetness coating my skin. Locke’s eyes were focused on my pussy, watching my every move. I moved my hand faster, pressing my fingers deep inside. My clit was swollen under my fingers, the pleasure building with every stroke.
Locke reached out to press his thumb on my clit, the feel of his skin on me sending a shockwave through my system.
“That’s it. Come for me, Storee. Come for me while I watch.”
I was so close, the pleasure inside me swelling up and out of control.
“I want to come with you inside me,” I said, holding back the pleasure.
He growled and reached for me, lacing his fingers into mine as he sat up, flipping our bodies so that I was beneath him.
I looked up at him as he hovered over me, his face stern and intense. He lowered his head and kissed me, his lips hot against mine.
“You want this?” he asked. “You want me inside you?”
I nodded, feeling my body tremble under his touch. “Yes,” I said, my voice barely audible as my moans took over. “Yes, I want you.”
He began to move, thrusting his cock deep inside me. His movements were slow and deliberate, all of it orchestrated to bring out pleasure upon pleasure, until I couldn’t tell one from the other.
With every thrust, he pushed me closer to the edge, my orgasm building upon itself, growing stronger and stronger.
I reached up and held onto his shoulders, the strength of his muscles under my fingers making my heart race even more.
I tilted my hips upward, meeting him thrust for thrust, my body on fire as my breath hitched.
“That’s it,” he growled as he pulled my legs higher around his waist, plunging deeper inside me. “Give it to me. Let go.”
He leaned down and bit my lower lip. The pain took me to another place, my head falling back as his pelvis collided with my clit, sending fireworks exploding behind my eyelids.
I came hard, screaming his name into the empty room. My pussy clenched around his cock, his strokes becoming harder and faster as he fucked me through my orgasm.
I felt his cock harden and grow even bigger inside me, his thrusts more urgent as he neared his own climax. “Shit, Storee,” he said. “I’m so close.”
“Come inside me, Locke. Give me your cum.”
Our voices mingled together as he let go, his cock pumping his release into me.
I could feel his cum filling me as he gripped my hips, holding me in place as he thrust into me, prolonging his orgasm for as long as he could.
When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, our bodies still linked as one.
He raised his head and looked at me, then kissed me softly on the lips. “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “You’re so fucking beautiful, and I love you. I love every part of you. Good and bad. Light and dark.”
I stroked his face, then traced the line of his jaw, feeling the stubble on his skin under my fingertips.
I tilted my head and pressed my lips to his, kissing him hard. My heart swelled with emotion as I listened to his words. I’d never felt his emotions as clearly as I did in that moment. Pure, unadulterated love coursed through his veins, filling every part of him.
I had no recollection of how we fell asleep. I just remembered waking up, my head resting on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.
My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself staring up at him. He was looking down on me.
Watching.
I wondered if he’d always watch over me. If my future was to always be watched by Locke Hartwell. Strong woman or not, I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“How long have you been watching me?” I asked, my voice husky from the quick nap.
His lips stretched into a half-smirk. “I never stopped. I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never get enough.”
I closed my eyes and listened to his heartbeat. This was what I wanted, what I’d always wanted. I ran my fingertip in circles on his skin.
“Be careful what you wish for, Locke. You and I together could be a dangerous pair.”
“We already are,” he said, tightening his hold around me. “I want more, Storee. I want more of you. I want all of you.”
I threaded my fingers through his. “I’m yours,” I said, smiling up at him. “I may just make you chase me through a forest from time to time to get me,” I teased with a giggle.