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)
He’s focused on me.
He leans in to kiss my jaw. He works his way down the column of my throat before sucking my nipple into his mouth. My hips jerk.
Propping himself up on one forearm, he reaches down with his free hand to play with my clit. He thrusts. Circles. Thrusts again.
Bites down, hard, on my nipple.
I squeeze my eyes shut and come.
My pussy clamps down on him like a vise. I shout his name, helpless as the wave rips through me.
“Look at you, coming so hard on my dick,” he whispers in my ear. “Such a good girl. Such a fucking good girl, Maren.”
The orgasm has serious bite. He knows, somehow this beast of a man knows I’m struggling to keep my head above the water. He pulls me up, pressing soothing kisses to my mouth and cheeks. He thrusts deeply and says my name. He thrusts slowly and tells me I’m perfect.
In this moment, I feel everything. The glide of his skin over mine. The joy in feeling safe enough to unravel this way. It’s wonderful. Terrifying too.
I am not going to be okay when this is over.
But Tuck is buried to the hilt inside me. Too late to go back now. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
I open my eyes when the wave recedes to find Tuck watching me, gaze roving over my face. He’s still moving inside me deeply, but I can tell he’s holding back. He wants more, but he doesn’t want to hurt me.
“Epic,” I manage.
“No shit,” he replies. “I felt it too.”
Cupping his face in my hand, I run my thumb over his lips. “You’re the one who’s being good. Stop. You gave, Tuck, so take.”
His eyes flash. “Don’t say that if you don’t mean it, Tiny.”
“I mean it.”
“Tell me if—”
“It’s too much. Yes. Of course. Go.”
It’s like I’ve unleashed a wild animal. Tuck plunders my mouth at the same time he surges inside me in a hard, almost vicious thrust.
I grab onto the headboard and smile. “I like it when you lose your shit.”
He doesn’t reply. He just rears over me, a dark mass of muscle and unhinged need, and fucks me like the world is ending. There is nothing controlled about his strokes. The way he kisses me. He just lets loose, his teeth catching on my collarbone, his hand finding my ass and squeezing so hard I cry out.
He goes still. “I’m so sorry.”
“Didn’t say it was too much, did I?”
His jaw tics. “You didn’t.”
“Go. Don’t make me ask you twice.”
He shoves back inside me, making the whole bed shake. Go-od I love when he lets go like this. There’s a wild glint in his eyes when he takes my nipple between his teeth. He bites me, tastes me. Grabs my leg and pushes my knee up to my chest.
This angle is punishing, and I love it.
I lose myself in him losing control. Instinct takes over, and I float in the frantic, sensation-filled space between fantasy and reality. Consciousness and blissed-out satiation.
Tuck pulls at my mouth, his tongue working to open the seam of my lips. I let him in. My body rises into his kiss. Heartbeat after heartbeat after heartbeat of him taking and me giving, both of us gasping for air but never stopping, never slowing down. His movements become uneven.
“Fuck,” he breathes into my mouth. His teeth come down, hard, on my bottom lip. “I’m going to come on you.”
It’s not a question, so I don’t answer.
He pulls out of me and reaches between us. He tears off the condom, tossing it aside, but before he can grab his dick, I do. I wrap my hand around him and tug, hard.
He roars. Literally looks me in the eye and makes this enormous, guttural sound that echoes off the walls and makes my blood burn bright inside my skin.
Tuck lifts his hips and jerks forward. We both watch as he shoots hot ropes of cum onto my breasts and belly.
It’s lewd and intensely erotic.
He leans in to kiss me, gently cupping my face in his hand. His caress is softer now. Slower. His chest heaves.
We make out for a long, long time. Long enough that his cum dries on me, making my skin feel tight and sticky.
Long enough that Tuck’s dick starts to stiffen against my belly again.
“You are an animal,” I say.
His hand moves to my pussy. He parts me and slips a finger inside me.
I gasp at the soreness I feel there.
He immediately pulls back. “Aw, Tiny. Fuck. Did I—”
“You didn’t hurt me. I’m just . . . wow, a little sore.”
His brow creases. “More’n a little.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“I’m sorry.”
I grab his face. “Don’t you dare apologize for sex like that.”
“I lost control. I won’t—”
“Maybe I like you a little unhinged.”
He blinks. Whatever he thought I was going to say, it wasn’t that.