Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
The entire time I touch myself, my gaze stays pinned to her slick lips.
A whimper escapes from her as she arches off the mattress. The movement has her breasts thrusting upward. The sound is like a shot straight to the dick and my balls tighten against my body.
Barely have I stroked myself and already I know that it won’t take much for me to—
When another cry falls from her lips and her pussy spasms, flooding with moisture, I rise to my knees and thrust my hips forward as thick ropes of cum erupt from the tip of my cock, decorating her lower abdomen. A guttural groan tumbles from my lips as my head falls back and an avalanche of pleasure crashes over me, nearly burying me alive.
It’s so damn intense.
Any moment, I’ll black out.
My orgasm seems to last forever as her breathy sounds fill the room.
When the last little shudder racks my body, my muscles slacken, every bit of energy drained away. It takes a herculean effort to lift my head and meet her gaze.
The deep satisfaction that fills her heavy-lidded eyes only reinforces my own. My attention drops to the thick white cum that paints her toned belly. Something primal floods my being that I’ve finally marked this girl as my own. I’ve spent years wanting to do it. It’s a mental snapshot that will live in my memory until the day I die.
Nothing will ever erase it.
Possessiveness rushes through my veins, infiltrating every cell of my being.
To see her covered with my jizz is almost enough to have me stiffening up again.
I don’t realize that I’ve reached out to run my fingertips through the mess until she sucks in a shuddering breath. My movement stills as my gaze slices to hers. For a second or two, neither of us dare to breathe as she bows her naked body as if making a sacrifice of herself.
A growl falls from my lips as I smear the cum around her skin before scooping up a small dollop and leaning forward until I can reach her breasts. I massage the thick cream around one nipple before doing the same to the other. I want to coat her entire body with it.
I want every guy she comes into contact with to scent me on her and know that she’s taken. It’s a fucked-up thought, but it’s there just the same.
My finger returns to her belly to collect the last precious drop before lifting it to her lips. Her gaze stays pinned to mine as they part without prodding. I slide the digit into her mouth. As soon as I do, she clamps down on my finger, her tongue swirling around it, sucking every pearly drop.
This is exactly what it would feel like if those plush lips were wrapped around the head of my cock. It wouldn’t take much for her to suck the cum right out of the tip. Hot licks of need burst to life inside me. It doesn’t matter if I’ve just blown my load. Already I’m stirring to life and stiffening up. My dick wants inside that drenched pussy. I want to fuck until I can extinguish the blinding desire that riots beneath the surface.
But I refuse to give into the need that’s consumed me for years.
At least not yet.
I want to draw this out until I’m so fucking wild that when I finally take her, it blows both of our worlds apart. Only then will I be able to relegate Carina to the back of my brain where she belongs and move on with my life.
Chapter Twenty-One
Carina
In silence, Ford rises to his feet and tucks himself back inside his jeans before taking a hasty step in retreat. I’m still coming down from that amazing release, floating somewhere in the stratosphere. Even though he wasn’t buried deep inside my body, it was still one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever experienced. My brain is still fuzzy around the edges, making it impossible to think straight.
It’s the only reasonable explanation as to why that one word pops out of my mouth as he takes another quick step toward the bedroom door.
“Stay.”
His feet ground to a halt and his brows slant together. His gaze stays locked on mine as he carefully sifts through it. Surprise flickers across his face. I’m sure my expression mirrors his own.
It’s carefully that he asks, “You want me to stay the night?”
Air leaks from my lungs as I turn the question over in my brain. It only takes a second of introspection to realize what I want. Deep down, I miss the way it used to be. All the nights I’d sneak into his room after our parents went to bed. The way he’d wrap his arms around me. My head would be pillowed against his chest as I listened to the comforting beat of his heart. With the velvety darkness blanketing us, we’d talk about our hopes and dreams for the future. I never felt safer than when I was held securely in his arms.