Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
She opened her eyes, parted her lips, and whimpered.
“You fuckin’ give me that,” I repeated, seeing understanding brighten her eyes. I pulled her closer. Our lips touched. “Nine months was nothin’, babe. I would’ve waited years for you.”
Tori gasped against my mouth. Her limbs tensed.
“Gonna fuck you now,” I said as I tipped forward, putting her back on the floor and my hips between hers, getting her beneath me.
She was whispering yes and please as she kissed my mouth, my jaw, my neck. Her teeth found my shoulder when I dragged my hips up and sank home.
I dropped lower and kissed her, sliding my tongue along hers, and then I was pushing back and putting weight on my knees. “Gotta watch you,” I said when she started whimpering and reaching out.
The sun had set now, and the glow from the fire warmed half of her face. I held her hips up and started thrusting, pulling her into me, sinking deeper.
Deeper.
Deeper.
Fuck.
She was swollen and so fucking wet, her thighs glistened. I felt her tightening. I heard her breaths growing tenser. Quicker. Her nails scratched at my stomach and sank into the backs of my thighs. And then she was coming, back arching and head falling back as my name rolled off her tongue in soft little begs. I fucked her harder. Faster. I sank deeper. I wanted her to feel this tomorrow. And next year. And if there was life after this, I wanted her feeling me in it.
Tori came down but only a little. I kept her there. Right there. I wouldn’t stop building it.
I groaned, slumped forward, and held fistfuls of her hair, powering into her, our bodies slapping together, our mouths desperate, hands desperate, voices desperate.
We were fucking but we weren’t. This was more. It meant more.
I loved her.
God … fuck, I loved her. I had for a while.
Tori kept clinging to me, kept pulling me closer, kept kissing and licking and biting, and I fucked her wild. I was insane for this girl. Crazy shit was coming out of my mouth, words I didn’t realize I was feeling until it was too late and I was speaking them against her lips and in her ear when I took her from behind. Hand wrapped around her throat, I told her I needed this, that nothing had ever felt this good and that I wished I wasn’t wearing a condom. Forever and feel me and love me, say it. And it was a game, me telling her you love me and her shaking her head and moaning in my ear, no, over and over when we both knew. We knew.
It was a game, but it was our game.
Tori moaned and pleaded, “Harder,” and sank back against me, getting me deeper, and then she was coming again, body trembling in pleasure as my fingers rubbed her clit.
“Jamie … oh, God, Jamie!” she cried, reaching back and grasping at my hip as I kept pumping.
“Close,” I groaned. My spine burned. “Fuck, baby, come on.”
I pulled out and stood, tearing the condom off and stroking my cock as Tori spun around and knelt in front of me with her hands under her tits.
“Do it,” she whispered.
I groaned and pushed her hair out of her face so I could watch her lips part and the heat in her eyes as I shot my cum all over her chest, and she wasted no fucking time dipping her head and licking it off.
And when she was finished, Tori slowly lifted her head, dragged her tongue across her bottom lip, savoring me, and smiled.
My chest was so fucking tight, I was waiting for it to split wide open.
Tori’s eyes widened. She looked down and moved her hand between her cleavage, saying, “I, uh, missed some. Can you—”
“Get you a towel,” I offered, watching her head lift and then drop slightly.
“Thanks,” she whispered.
I bent and grabbed the condom and wrapper, disposing of those in the kitchen trash on my way to the bathroom. I washed off. I got the hand towel damp, returned with it, and handed it off to Tori so she could clean herself up. And while she was doing that, I claimed the pillow and stretched out on my back in front of the fire.
My eyes closed. I felt her warm body pressing against my side and the soft cotton of another blanket pulling across my feet.
“I’m cold,” she whispered.
Eyes opening, I wrapped my arm around her, hand palming her ass and hauling her closer.
Her head hit my chest, her arm curled around my stomach and her leg bent and pressed on top of mine.
With my other hand I drew the blanket up and covered her to the tops of her shoulders.
I didn’t need the blanket. She made sure of that.
Those flames were still burning.