Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I jerk to a stop. She goes still too.
Silence.
Just my heartbeat and her breath. I open my eyes and our gazes collide. Static fills my ears at the naked vulnerability I see in her dark, enormous pupils.
She trusts me.
She wants me.
She’s as lost in this as I am.
I’m choking on the urge to fuck her like this. Bare. She’d let me.
She’s letting me do it right now.
I could pull out before I come. But that’s just asking for trouble. Maren and I need a pregnancy scare like we need holes in our heads.
But Christ, am I still tempted.
ten
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Tuck
Exile
I drop my forehead to hers. “You’re killing me, Tiny. I can’t—we can’t—”
“I know.” Her voice is raw. She cups my face in her hands and kisses me. “You make it hard to stop. You feel . . . you make me want more.”
Nipping at her earlobe, I reply, “I wanna give you everything. But I ain’t gonna put you at risk.”
“You’re a good man.” She sucks on my bottom lip before releasing me. “Go get a condom, Tuck. I want you inside me. All of you.”
It’s murder pulling out of her. But I do it. I grab my wallet out of my pants pocket and flip it open. God must be on my side, because I find not one, but two condoms. I drop one on her bedside table and open the other with my teeth. I roll it on in short, hard strokes, my stomach caving as I will myself not to come yet.
Looking up, I see that Maren has scooted down a little so she’s flat on her back on the bed. She runs a hand through her hair, mussing it in the sexiest way imaginable. Her lips are swollen. Tits perfect little handfuls topped with small, pert nipples.
Her pussy is a slice of slick pinks and reds.
She catches me staring and bites her lip, grinning. She crooks a finger. “Get over here, Superman. You know better than to think your death stare’ll scare me.”
It’s the nickname.
Her wit.
How goddamn smart and aware she is, seeing right through my bullshit. Everyone thinks my gruffness is a personality trait.
Maren somehow, some way, at some point, saw that it’s only a dumbass defense mechanism. A way of living that keeps me safe, yes. But it also keeps me exiled from this.
Feeling.
Vulnerability.
Connection.
I don’t want to live in exile anymore.
The animal inside me bolts into motion. I climb over her and hike her leg over my shoulder. I put myself at her entrance and press inside a little so I stay there. Then I meet Maren’s eyes and I grab her breast and I impale her with a single hard, deep thrust. She’s slick and soft enough that I sink to the hilt easily.
She makes a sobbing sound.
“Too much?” I gasp.
She shakes her head. Her eyebrows are pulled together, curved upward. “So. It’s so. Tuck. Good. I. Literally, I can’t speak.”
I nip at the hollow between her ear and jaw. “Lemme fuck you how I wanna. Lemme do it right.”
“I. Yes. Trust you.”
I pluck her nipple. Her pussy ripples around me. “You shouldn’t.”
“Stop that.”
Tensing the muscles in my low back, I pull out of her. Thrust again, harder this time. With her leg over my shoulder, the angle is deep. I feel every inch of her. Judging by the way her breath catches, she feels every inch of me.
“Stop what?”
She puts a hand on my chest. “You’re a better man than you give yourself credit for.”
I scoff, even as my heart squeezes. “I thought you said you couldn’t speak.”
“The truth—it finds a way of coming out.”
I can’t fucking stand this girl.
Wildness takes over. I kiss her mouth and pull out of her, then push back in with punishing strength. She moans, her hands clawing at my chest. Sweat breaks out along my sides and scalp. Our skin sticks as I thrust. I bite her chin. She bites my neck. Her tits bounce as I press, and take, and pull, our tongues tangled, breath coming in hot, short pants.
The headboard slaps against the wall. My balls slap against her pussy, making a rude sound that only eggs me on. She grabs my ass and urges me deeper. I growl—a literal growl that emerges from God knows where—and then I flip her onto her stomach.
“Hands and knees,” I bite out, but Maren is already there, her back arched, making her pussy bloom in front of me.
The sweet little rim of her asshole is on full display too. I press my thumb to it, and she tenses.
“No one’s ever touched you here,” I say.
She looks at me over her shoulder. “No.”
“You like it?” I line myself up at her pussy and push inside.
Maren moans. “I. No words. I think. Yes. It’s just. So much.”
Too much for right now.