Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Brenna moaned.
“Like that?” He slapped her ass again.
“Y-yes.”
He stared at the red handprint he’d left behind on her perfect, creamy ass. Then he squeezed it, and Brenna moaned again.
“I’m gonna come, Lock. It’s too good. You feel too good.”
“Give it to me.” He reached beneath her and scraped his blunt nail over her clit. It sure as fuck wouldn’t be her only one of the night.
Brenna buried her face into the comforter and let out a muffled scream as she clamped down so hard on his cock his knees wobbled. Her fists clenched and unclenched in time with the pulsing of her inner walls.
“Holy shit,” she whispered after long seconds of coming. He’d slowed his pace to see her through the climax but never stopped fucking her.
Lock grunted. “We’re not done, baby.” He worked an arm under her chest and lifted her until her back hit his front. Then he grabbed her throat with one hand and pressed the other thumb to her clit.
“I can’t,” she whined, sagging in his arms. “Too much.”
“You can.” He bit her earlobe, and she shuddered.
This position didn’t allow him to get as deep and move as fast, but she nearly strangled his cock. With her sated in his arms and still twitching from aftershocks, even as he worked her back up again, he could die a happy man.
Her head fell back on his shoulder as he strummed her clit, held her throat, and rocked into her. “Still too much?” he asked before grazing his teeth over her neck’s sensitive skin.
“Yes, but don’t you dare stop.”
His dark chuckle made her shiver in his arms. Or maybe it was the way he dragged his callused thumb in a light circle over her clit.
He sucked her neck hard enough to leave a mark.
Brenna panted as she absorbed the onslaught of sensations. He came at her from all angles, soaking up every whimper and mewl. She’d demanded he use her, and he was doing just that. If he had his way, she’d never be the same again after tonight.
He sure as hell wouldn’t be.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Please, what, baby?”
“I don’t know.”
He knew.
His balls were heavy and full to the point of bursting. No one got him worked up like Brenna did. He tried to stave off the orgasm, but she was too hot, her pussy too tight, and the way she responded was too addicting for him to hold off any longer.
After a few more thrusts, he snarled like a fucking rabid beast, then roared his release into her neck as the orgasm exploded through him. It stole his breath and destroyed his ability to think. Pulse after pulse of cum flooded into her pussy. The feral side of him wanted it there forever.
Marking her from the inside out for the rest of her days.
He wanted her pregnant with his baby.
A sibling for Caleb, a permanent brand on his woman.
Damn. He’d lost his mind.
“Oh my God,” she cried in a tired voice. “Lock, I’m coming again.”
“Let it happen, baby, I’ve got you,” he whispered in her ear, even as aftershocks still racked his body.
Brenna’s nails dug into his thighs like she was trying to become a part of him.
Little did she know she already was, but she’d attached herself to a much more terrifying part of him—his heart.
“Lock…” Her cry was a half shout, half sob. Once again, she lost herself in pleasure, but this time, her body undulated as though the climax came in waves of ecstasy. As devastating as her first orgasm had been, this one seemed to take everything from her.
She sagged, going completely limp in his arms. With as much care as possible, he lowered her to her stomach on the bed and then came down next to her. She made an adorably disgruntled noise as he slipped out of her.
They needed to clean up. Her especially, but him as well, though he couldn’t make himself move.
Brenna rolled until she faced him. “That was…” She shook her head. “I’ve never… like that. It was so intense it was almost scary.”
Though terrifying might be the correct word, he knew exactly what she meant.
“Thank you,” he said as an unfamiliar wave of powerful emotion washed over him. “You knew what I needed.”
“I meant everything I said. I’ll fight with you, Lock. Caleb belongs with you. We won’t let Oliver win.”
He could think now that she hauled him out of his pit of shock. Of course, they wouldn’t let Oliver win. His club was a force no one wanted to fuck with. Spec alone would destroy the man’s life before anyone stepped in Caleb’s direction.
And with Brenna at his side and in his bed, he wouldn’t have to worry about backsliding. He’d come close tonight.
Too close.
“Did I scare you?” he asked as he ran a hand over the curve of her silky hip. He couldn’t stop touching her—he didn’t want to break the physical connection. She also seemed to feel it, playing her fingers in the ridges of his abs.