Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I adjust positions over him and slowly begin to sink down. My body resists the intrusion for a long moment before the head of his cock finally slips inside. He groans, releasing my right hip. His hand slips between us, his thumb homing in on my clit.
He keeps his eyes locked on my face, watching carefully as I slowly take him deeper, my body stretching to accommodate him. He keeps his thumb on my clit, driving me crazy the entire time. It's an odd sensation, feeling like you'll split in half and simultaneously loving it. It doesn't hurt. I just feel stretched and full to the brim. Yet, somehow, I manage to take more and more.
Tears sting my eyes when my barrier tears around his cock.
"Easy, baby, easy," he croons, still stroking my clit. He holds me still with the other hand, ensuring I don't move. "Breathe for me."
I take a breath, testing to see how I feel. The momentary pain is already gone, leaving behind nothing but…awe. I'm his now in a way nothing and no one can ever change. No matter how much time passes or where life takes us, this part of me will always belong to him. And this part of him will always belong to me. No one else can ever have it.
"Crue," I whisper. "We belong to each other now."
He groans, emotion flaring as bright as the sun in his eyes as he drags me down for a kiss. I moan against his lips, spending long minutes drinking from them, reveling in the moment and the man and the knowledge that my heart is completely full of him.
Little by little, I sink further as we kiss until my ass lands against his hips, and he's fully seated inside of me. I'm stuffed full, and I've never felt more perfect in my life.
"I love you," he breathes against my lips.
"I love you too."
"Show me, Éire. Take what belongs to you." He rocks his hips beneath me, hitting some magical spot inside that has stars bursting behind my eyes.
I throw my head back, crying out.
"You like that, huh?"
"Do it again."
He does it again, hitting that same spot.
Oh, yes. I definitely like that.
I lift up slightly and drop down, trying to find that spot for myself. When that doesn't work, I roll my hips. Another blast of pleasure shoots through me, and I sob.
"Chase it, Ireland," he croons.
I do, lifting and dropping and rolling my hips first one way and then another. It all feels amazing, but when his cock hits that magical spot, it transcends amazing, landing in an entirely different dimension altogether.
He moves with me, helping to lift and drop me, rocking his hips into mine. He moves me faster and drops me harder, fucking me deeper. I feel like I'm flying as bolt after bolt of intense pleasure stabs into me, turning me into a stuttering, sobbing mess.
"Look at you," he groans, his eyes at half-mast as he watches me ride him. "You're taking my cock like you were made to take it, Ireland."
"I was," I gasp. "It's mine, Crue."
"Fuck." He rolls us suddenly, flipping me to my back beneath him. "Say that again."
"Your cock belongs to me," I say, writhing beneath him. I drag my eyes open, forcing myself to focus on him. "Y-you belong to me."
His eyes flare bright, some powerful emotion I can't name running through them.
"Fuck yeah, I am," he growls, dragging my leg up over his hip. His mouth slants down on mine, swallowing my cry as he begins to move. Crue has always been powerful. He's a trained dancer. But he fucks like a storm, his hips crashing into mine again and again.
I throw my head back, shouting his name into the room and clawing his back. It feels so good. So freaking good. If we can choose how we die, I want to go just like this, with this man fucking me out of this dimension right straight into heaven.
"That's it, baby," he growls, leaving love bites all over my breasts. "Scream the fucking roof down while I'm breeding this tight little cunt. Make sure everyone knows who's fucking you."
"Crue!" I shout. "Crue gets to fuck me."
He roars my name, yanking my leg up higher. The change of angle has the head of his cock gliding against that magical spot with every deep thrust. I scratch and claw and bite, going wild beneath him as pleasure builds on pleasure, threatening to turn me inside out.
"Come on my cock so I can plant my baby in you, Éire," he growls in my ear. "I'm not pulling out until you're pregnant."
My inner muscles clench around him.
"Come." He bites my shoulder, sending me screaming over the edge.
I drag my nails down his back as the entire world explodes around me. My heart stops beating. My lungs cease to function. For a long moment, everything is black. And then he roars my name, and the world comes screaming back into focus. He pumps into me and goes still, his cock jerking as he comes in hard spurts.