Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 112839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
"That's a lot to process. Especially staring into space."
"Not space, I was staring at the dining room."
"Any reason?"
"Because it's special to me."
I glance at the elegant table that took her almost a month to decide on. Her hesitation made little sense to me, considering it fit her vision perfectly. "The table is gorgeous."
"I bought it because of you."
"Want to explain that?"
"When you told me I had the extra money, even before my closet was decided, I knew we'd need more room in here. It was important to have a place all of us could sit together. Deciding to extend this room made us real."
"Baby, we were very real before that."
"Yes, we were." She sighs, nuzzling back into my neck and inhaling. "I love the way you smell. I'm sorry I missed the shower."
"We'll take another one after."
"After what?"
"After I fuck you on the dining room table."
She turns fully in my arms, her eyes falling to my bare chest and growing wide. My cock stiffens at the hunger passing over her face. She trails her fingernails down slowly, my abs flexing with each inch she goes lower. "I guess we have to start somewhere." Her index finger flicks the tuck of the towel and it falls, my dick springing into her palm. She grips my length, licking her lips. "It's been a long time since we had sex in this house."
The night against the fireplace flashes in my mind and the possessive brute inside rears. "Ashlyn, get naked."
She hikes the shirt slowly, with each inch revealing she's wearing nothing underneath. Inch by inch, she takes her time, rolling her pants down her legs and tossing them to the side. My already hard dick pulses. I drag my eyes over her from head to toe, my heart racing at the memory of this morning. My mouth waters to taste her again, hear her begging for more.
"You're stunning."
"Not so bad yourself." She pushes a chair to the side and perches on the edge of the table.
Out of the corner of my eye, the kitchen island catches my attention. I haul her into my arms. "Change of plans."
She latches around me, swiveling her hips, and impales herself on a cry of pleasure.
"Shit, baby. You ready for me?" She's slick but so damn tight.
"Always ready. My body is attuned to you."
I crash my mouth to hers, gripping her thighs as I make my way to the kitchen. Her tongue tumbles with mine, greedy and demanding more. Her nipples scrape mine and fuck if my balls don't throb.
"More," she pleads into my mouth, and I change direction, pressing her to the fridge and thrusting up hard. "Yes!" she murmurs down my throat.
"Hold on," I demand, and slide my hands to clutch her ass.
Days of pent up sexual frustration of having her brothers a room away come to a point as I pound into her. She keeps her lips pressed to mine, but her breathing comes faster.
Power, possession, obsession all mix together. She holds my scalp, her eyes meeting mine, and an eager boldness flares in the bright green spark. Without warning, she pivots and drives down hard.
"Fuuuuccccckkk," I groan through gritted teeth.
She grins slyly, running the tip of her tongue along both our lips. Her hips swivel and rock, meeting me stroke for stroke.
Jesus, I'm gonna crack. Fire blazes through my bloodstream and coils low in my spine, spurring me faster.
She tenses, her pussy contracting and sucking me deeper. The little control I have snaps and I drill into her over and over. Her head rolls back, arching her chest upward. My mouth goes to one hardened nipple, sucking it into my mouth and scraping my teeth along the sensitive skin.
"Please," she whimpers.
"Get there, baby."
She shakes her head, fighting me. I move my mouth to the other side, sliding my tongue over the peak.
"Princess, I need you to hold on to the top."
Her arms go up and she grips the top ledge. My eyes drop to where I'm sliding in and out of her, the silky smoothness of her warmth taking me deep. Hard, rough, slow, sweet… every single time, this woman owns me.
"Lock your knees," I order.
Her thighs tense, and knees press around my waist. I leverage her weight on one arm and glide my other hand around to where we're joined. Slowing my movements, I strum my fingers along her wetness, grazing her clit with my knuckles.
"Miller… you can't… I want you…" her words come in puffs.
Her eyes flutter closed and she arches her neck, grinding down. Her movements quicken and I give over control, watching in fascination as she finds her rhythm. Her breathing quickens, her arms tremble, and when I know she's on the verge, I flick across her clit, bending to suck her nipple hard.
She comes apart, one of her hands flying to my scalp as she screams into the room. Heat scorches through my bloodstream and my cock thickens with each spasm. I slide my hand to her lower back to hold her close as I shove up, slamming into her over and over.