Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I’d gotten tested after Astrid moved in. I hadn’t been sure at the time if this moment would happen, but if it did, I wanted to be prepared. I had to pull my hips back to give room for my length to slide down to her entrance, which was practically gushing when I guided my head to her soft opening. I felt my ass tighten in anticipation because just her entrance was a geyser. I pushed in and felt the opposition of her body to mine, the square peg in the hole, but with another thrust, I pushed through and started to sink. “Christ…”
Her nails turned into claws, and she gave a moan followed by a delicate wince. Her ankles remained locked against my ass like she wanted my fat dick, regardless of the destruction it caused. Her breaths turned harsher the deeper I went, and once I reached the dead end, she released a breath louder than all the others. She melted the way Scarlett had melted at dinner, dripping onto my sheets, her eyes taking me in above her.
I was nearly balls deep in her tightness, soaked to the bone in her arousal, all the muscles in my back and ass clenched tight in pleasure rather than exertion. She was the last woman I’d been with as far as I was concerned, because all the other women practically felt like phantoms. She was real.
This was real.
It was different now than it was then. Each moment was still on the precipice of something great, but this time, she was already mine. I held grudges the way accountants held on to receipts. I clung to my stubbornness the way a priest gripped his religion. But now, I was too busy holding on to her instead of my prejudices, and I felt them slip away.
My ass clenched as I rocked into her, sliding through a pussy so wet and tight it made my balls ache. Every time I was burrowed deep, she inhaled a sharp breath in response to the pain, but then she moaned a second later like it was worth the pain to have me.
I was already at the finish line, my dick so hard it was practically a metal rod, but I kept the bullet in the barrel until she gave me permission to pull the trigger. Judging from the flood between her legs, it wouldn’t be much longer.
Her thighs squeezed me as she dug her claws into my shoulders, a flush of red filling her cheeks until they were the color of beets. When she opened her lips, my name sounded like a song. “Theo…”
I broke contact because I had to, because if I didn’t pull my gaze away from hers, I would fill her with a mound of come. I was so hard, I was certain I could go twice in a row, but I didn’t want to take that chance on our first night together.
Her palm cupped my cheek and forced my stare back on hers. She lifted her head and kissed me, catching my mouth with the softest lips. She used tongue right from the beginning, and her nails dug in deeper as she claimed me as hers.
Fuck.
She started to moan, and her breaths turned unpredictable. Her claws withdrew, and she lay back, squeezing my hips and arching her spine, the bubbling pleasure trying to find its release from its cage. When it hit her, it released in the form of tears that cascaded down her cheeks, the moans from her soft lips turning into whimpered screams.
I couldn’t hold back, not for another second, not when she came all over my dick and said my name like I was her fucking religion. I staked my flag in her and claimed her land in my name. I filled her with a load I hadn’t given anyone besides my wife ten years ago. To fill a woman was a man’s greatest desire, a gift to earn a woman’s trust and permission to enter her sacred lands. It belonged to me now, like there had never been anyone who’d set foot there before. Once she’d entered my house, it was easy to forget about the life she’d had before me, the way we met.
My dick was still rock hard, and ammunition was already reloaded in the cannon. The skin of my cock was sensitive to every touch between our wet bodies. I thrust through her slickness, her cream and my cream. Heat radiated off my skin like steam because I was still white-hot.
Her eyes were still glossy from the aftershock between her legs. Her thighs squeezed me, and she scooped her arms up my back and brought me closer to her as if she didn’t notice her soreness in light of her aching desire. “Again.”
Chapter 2
Astrid
I woke up with a sudden jerk that nearly catapulted me out of bed. My eyes went to the window that was covered by the curtains, seeing little slivers of sunlight from the morning. My breaths were deep and uneven, and whatever terror had woken me up was already so far gone from my mind I couldn’t see its shadow.