Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 71871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“You’re tight as hell,” I reiterated. “But you were made for me. I’ll fit.”
She moaned when I circled her nipples with my fingers.
Due to the smallness of her breasts, there was no real way that I could reach her nipples with my mouth without halfway pulling out.
But I did play with them, circling one tip with the end of one finger while I slowly rocked my hips.
Eventually, I hit the end of her and came to a complete stop, eyes crossing at just how good she felt.
My breathing was now erratic, and that feeling of possession that was always present when Frankie was around went positively nuclear.
“You’re mine,” I growled against her throat, lightly biting down. “All. Mine.”
Her hands moved until they were buried in my hair again and clenched.
“Yours,” she whispered breathlessly. “Always been yours.”
Then she started to move her hips, encouraging me to do the same.
I pulled back slightly and slowly slipped back in. The feel of her tight pussy clamping around me, so hot and mine, made me feel like a caveman.
I kept repeating ‘mine’ every time I would sink back inside of her.
Her nipples pebbled into even harder little peaks, and I knew that she was close.
Hell, I’d been close since I’d tasted her.
Speaking of tasting her, I brought my lips up to her mouth and took hers in a possessive kiss.
She gave as good as she got, meeting my tongue with just as much enthusiasm.
Her hand moved until it was skimming up and down my sides, the backs of her fingers skimming up and down the scarring along my ribcage.
Her finger caught on a tender spot, and she caught my flinch.
Instead of asking if I was okay, she moved her hand slightly, changing her path so that she could avoid that spot the next sweep.
The fact that she didn’t dwell on my scars and hurts made me realize that this woman really was mine. Only someone that loved me like Frankie did, hell, that knew me as well, too, would treat me with such care.
I groaned when I felt her start to ripple around me, her impending orgasm announcing itself just as well as if she’d have said the words aloud.
I picked up speed, pushing a little harder into her, and taking her a lot more quickly.
When her legs stiffened and her back arched, I knew that she was there.
And then the goosebumps broke out over her entire body.
Her orgasm hit her—and me—like a freight train.
Hell, I’d even known the impact was coming, and still didn’t prepare as well as I should have.
She screamed out, right in my ear.
“Jesus, yes! Luca!” She squeezed.
She squeezed everywhere.
Her arms. Her legs. Her pussy.
All of it hugged me so tight that I never wanted to leave.
But my orgasm didn’t care that I was exactly where I wanted to be for the rest of my life.
It cared that I was close, and that it was hot and snug in a pretty pussy that was made for it.
Within one breath and the next, I followed her over the edge.
My balls drew up, and my spine locked.
My release zinged straight down the center of my back, settled in my balls, and shocked the absolute hell out of me.
Cum spurted before I was ready, bathing her insides in my essence.
One. Two. Three spurts. More.
Fuck, it was never ending.
It didn’t help that she was still coming, too.
The way that she was clamping down on me felt like she never wanted to let me go.
That her body wanted to forever make me a part of her.
And I was a more than willing participant if that was what she wanted.
“Luca.” She went limp between one moment and the next. Her legs falling to the bed, and her arms loosely falling down to her sides to rest on my heaving chest.
I moved until I could see into her eyes and stared into her gaze.
“That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced,” she whispered, her hand coming up to rest on my cheek.
I turned so that I could give her palm a kiss, then squeezed her hand between my face and my shoulder.
“That makes two of us,” I said, pressing a kiss to the middle of her chest.
She wiggled weakly when I went to pull out, then half-ass locked her feet back around me.
“You’re going to have to carry us to the bathroom so we don’t make a mess,” she explained when I looked at her questioningly.
I reached over and ripped the pillowcase off of the nearest pillow, understanding that the mess was inevitable.
I felt like I’d just emptied about two years’ worth of cum into her after what we’d just done.
There was no way that I wasn’t going to make a mess.
I could at least contain it, however.
Which was what I did by pressing the pillowcase to where we were connected.