Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“You have?” Luke pants, pausing his forward press inside me, lifting his head to look at me with brown ones that are glazed with need. A trace of vulnerability among the sea of hunger.
Unbelievable that this impressive man needs reassurance, but I’m all too prepared to give it to him. Drawing him into a groaning kiss, I gently rake my nails down his back and sink them into the flesh of his butt, contracting my inner walls until he grits his teeth and shudders. “Don’t you know how hot you are?” I lean up and snare his earlobe with my teeth, lifting my hips and squeezing. “Nothing has ever tasted better than your kiss.” My voice falls to a whisper. “Except maybe your cock.”
“Son of a bitch, Evie.”
“Give me all of it.”
“Oh fuuuuuck,” he heaves, plowing his hips forward on a harsh grunt, making me scream into my closed mouth, my nails definitely drawing blood on his back . . . but after a second, I realize I was right. The pleasure is a lot, but it’s magnificent. It’s a full claiming. It’s pushing all the boundaries I didn’t know needed pushing, and I want more. More. I’m yanking on his hips for it, begging with gibberish I somehow know he’ll understand. “Evie.”
“Move. Move, please.”
“Do I feel good this deep?”
“Yes. Yes.”
Right before my eyes, his expression transforms from astonishment to unimaginable lust, relief, gratitude, and he begins to buck his hips, his testicles smacking loudly off my backside, the floorboards groaning underneath me, his forearm snaking beneath my lower back to hold me steady while he fucks me in a desperate frenzy, his lower body brutal in its strength and perfect in its honesty, the depth of his need exposed. “Come on, then, woman, and take some dick,” he grits out. “Waltz into my town and make me hard, leaning over the counter of the shop to show me your pretty, round tits. I saw ’em, baby. Now they’re mine.”
“They’re yours. Yes.”
Damn it, oh damn it, I’m so horny it almost feels wrong. I’m opening my thighs in a way that’s nearly lewd, arching my back so he can watch my breasts bounce in time to his anguished thrusts. Yes, anguished. He’s in pain, but the only way to solve it is to bang me on the living room floor, and that erotic truth is a rush. It’s a wild rush, being needed like that, so I whimper ridiculous things into the dark I’d never say in the light. Things that sound amazing right now but I’ll blush over in the morning. I tell him he’s Daddy and my pussy needs his come, and I’ve never had it so deep, so good in my life, which is 100 percent true. So achingly true that my orgasm is like a sharp slap to my senses, a fresh gasp of air on another planet. It arrives with a vengeance, rippling my flesh and unearthing incoherent screams from deep inside me, all while Luke labors on top of me, his erection even fuller than before, his control gone.
Good.
“Didn’t mean to take you on the floor,” he slurs.
“That’s okay,” I sob, being pummeled by my release. “It’s okay.”
“Maybe that’s what you get for having pussy this motherfucking sweet, huh?” He drives deep, hard, holding, his big hand reaching down to slap my backside, once, twice, only intensifying my peak. “I’ll work my ass off for this tight thing. I’d sweat all day under ten suns for one little hit. Taking me so fucking deep, baby. Fuck. All the way to my balls. Good girl.”
I’m done.
The wave crests one more time and I twist beneath him, tires screeching in my head, grinding, grinding, grinding out the last of the pleasure, rife with relief and wonder.
On the other side of my orgasm, I’m drained and euphoric, my vision blurry, my heart and mind determined to feel the proof of his pleasure, too. I want it now. I need it so bad. My knees are open and I’m holding on for dear life, rejoicing in the brutality of how he fucks me against the soft carpet, grunting like an animal into my neck, his sweat mingling with mine, his harshening breaths telling me it’s almost time. Almost time to feel that blast of heat . . . and when it happens, when he goes off like a bomb inside me, I wrap my thighs around his hips as tightly as possible, kissing the moans off his mouth, liquid heat gathering inside me, fulfilling me. Fulfilling him.
“Anytime you want it, Luke,” I gasp into his ear, squeezing. “Anytime.”
“How about for the rest of my fucking life, Evie?” he says, sealing his mouth over mine, kissing me roughly during those final dizzying thrusts. “How about that?”
He drops down on top of me, his full weight pinning me for two, three seconds while he struggles to fill his lungs, but he becomes self-aware all too quickly, rolling off me onto his back, though he twines our fingers together immediately, as if he dreads severing the connection we just created—and his behavior is what brings the moment screaming into focus.