Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Blinking the sweat out of her eyes, she turned her head and glanced up at him over her shoulder. His eyes were riveted on her ass and below, where his cock slammed into her with each near-brutal thrust of his hips. Jaw clenched, the tendons in his neck stuck out as he fucked her.
“Shit, yes!” she moaned, thrusting back to meet his strokes.
He snapped his gaze to her and she could have burned up from the heat in his expression. Bradford had shrugged out of the top of the onesie and she noticed in the flickering firelight that he’d stripped off his shirt as well.
Damn, she needed to take some time to appreciate his form. Bradford smoothed his left hand up her spine and around to the front of neck where he gripped it, his fingers brushed the underside of her chin. She closed her eyes as she allowed her head to hang once more, trying to keep her orgasm at bay. Iris needed this to last. But she was so close, she didn’t know how long she could put off her release.
His hold on her neck was firm and possessive. She loved it. When he began pulling her up she didn’t fight him, letting him lead. Bradford tightened his grip on her as he settled her back to his front, hips still pistoning. He licked her neck and rumbled something she didn’t understand.
What she did get was the tumbling wave feeling when he pressed his right thumb against her clit and rotated it. That was it, she no longer had the power to keep from falling off the cliff he’d been dangling her over.
“Come for me, beautiful. I want to feel you milking my cock dry after I fill you with my seed.”
Back arching, scream leaving her mouth, Iris followed his command and shattered. He never stopped pumping into her or manipulating her hypersensitive clit. When he growled and bit her shoulder seconds before he came deep inside her, she cried out his name and came once more.
Bradford didn’t pull out, he kept them there, on their knees in the middle of the makeshift bed. Sweating and panting as they struggled to regain their breath, Bradford’s left hand remained anchored around her neck and his right on her pussy, still stroking her nub.
He wasn’t soft.
“I want to see you again when you come on my cock.”
That was her only warning before he flipped her over and had her legs spread wide as he drove his thickness back inside her.
“Better,” he rumbled. Bending forward, he slipped his arms under the backs of her thighs, opening her more as he lifted. “Perfect.”
Fuck me.
He hit so deep with her at this angle. His fingertips dug into the flesh of her ass and she allowed herself to feel.
* * * *
Iris lost track of time, and when she woke it was to see him adding wood to the fire. He had lost the onesie and wore the hoodie she’d given him along with the sweats. As she stared, he walked to the door and called Piros, and damn if her dog didn’t go.
Body sated and throat still sore from her screaming, Iris simply burrowed back into the bedding, not planning on getting up any time soon. She dozed off, coming to with a cold body settling between her thighs as he woke her up in a way no man had done before. Clamping her legs around his head as he gave her a morning orgasm, she cried out to the room.
Bradford didn’t move until she’d finished coming and he’d taken it all, then he crawled up her body and kissed her, sharing her taste as he pushed his cock inside her.
“Morning,” he rasped.
Iris didn’t speak, simply speared her fingers into his hair and tugged his mouth back to hers. Talking always ruined things. She didn’t need them ruined. She needed more orgasms.
* * * *
As predicted, talking ruined things. Three hours later, after they’d officially gotten up and had eaten, they were bundled up, standing in the kitchen, arguing.
“No fucking way. I’m not letting you go up there, Iris.”
“This is my house. My property. And in case you’ve not noticed, the snow isn’t stopping. It’s increasing if anything. I have no fucking idea how long we’re going to be stuck out here and unless you want to start hunting for your food, we need to shore up what we have.”
He didn’t back down. Arms crossed over his impressive chest, he glared right at her. “Not sure what hunting our own food has to do with the asinine idea of you clambering up on the roof of a house you know nothing about.”
“We need to cover the holes, and it’s not going to work if the tarp is attached on the inside.” She wanted to throttle him.