Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
He smirked, his eyes dark and hot as he withdrew his fingers and lifted them to his lips, boldly sucking the taste of her off his fingers. “Honey and apricots,” he murmured wickedly. “Who the fuck needs dessert when I have you to enjoy? Ready to head upstairs so I can fuck you so hard and deep you’ll feel my cock all the way up to your throat?”
That wasn’t possible, of course, but she shuddered at his filthy words, trying to remain composed when all she wanted was for him to manhandle her, to make her scream in ecstasy, again and again, and make her completely his.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
Once the words were spoken, they couldn’t get back to their room fast enough. They had one night left together, and she wanted to make the most of it.
* * *
As soon as they walked into the suite, Tripp grabbed Skye and kissed her, his mouth hot and hungry on hers. Their hands frantically tore at each other’s clothes to remove them, leaving a trail of garments in their wake as he maneuvered them toward the bedroom, both of them desperate to feel skin on skin.
Pure lust and fire erupted between them, as it always did, and Tripp picked up Skye and tossed her onto the bed. She landed with a squeak of surprise, her breasts bouncing enticingly, then moaned when he shoved her legs indecently wide apart and wasted no time dragging his tongue through the sweetest, softest pussy he’d ever had the pleasure of devouring.
She rocked her hips up against his mouth, silently, wantonly begging, and as soon as he latched onto her clit and sucked hard, followed by plunging two fingers deep inside her core, she whimpered and gripped the comforter to hang on as he sent her soaring. Her entire body shook, her back arched, and her thighs tightened against his head as she rode out her pleasure.
The first orgasm was quick and dirty, just as he’d intended to take off the initial edge and make her slick and hot and wet enough to accept everything he planned to give her. He wanted to be as deep as he could possibly get inside her, until she had no idea where she ended and he began.
There was nothing soft, or gentle, or slow about his need for this woman who owned his heart. Tonight, he wanted her to feel him everywhere as he imprinted his scent on her skin, filled her full of his cock, and ruined her for any other man but him. Because despite all her reservations and fears, she was his. She would always be his.
He gave her minimal time to recover from her orgasm before he flipped her over onto her stomach, then grabbed her hips and raised her ass high so he could fuck her from behind. Her upper body was still lax, her cheek pressed against the mattress, so trusting as he ran his hands over her smooth flesh before smacking her ass, then notching the thick head of his cock between her legs, just enough to tease.
She moaned sweetly at the pressure and promise of his dick, trying to push back onto his shaft even more. “Tripp, please . . .”
“Please what, baby girl?” he murmured, admiring the long, gorgeous line of her bare back as he sank in another inch.
A frustrated sound escaped her. “I need you inside me, as hard and deep as you can get. Please.”
Grabbing her waist and holding her steady, he slammed to the hilt inside her, making her cry out from the force of his thrust. He didn’t stop there, didn’t give her time to catch her breath as he reared back and continued pounding into her, groaning at the feel of her tight pussy sucking him in deeper each time.
He slid a hand along her hip and around to her belly, then down between her legs, where they were joined. Still grinding into her from behind, he rubbed her clit just how he knew she liked it, working her into a delirious frenzy of need and feeling her tense up as drove her higher, then pushed her over the precipice.
She came a second time around his cock with a soft, keening cry, her inner walls squeezing his length and triggering his own intense release.
With deep, guttural grunts, he poured everything he had into her, desperately wanting to give her the one thing they both desired the most. A baby. Their baby. Because no matter how guarded she remained with him, a child would ensure that he was always a part of her life.
And that knowledge, at least, gave him hope that he could eventually win back her heart.
Chapter Twelve
Skye chewed on her thumbnail as she paced anxiously in her living room, waiting impatiently for Tripp to arrive. She wasn’t going to take this pregnancy test without him, because good or bad, he deserved to find out when she did if they’d created a baby together.