Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I pushed her knees to her chest so I could get deeper and she screamed. The vibrations nearly exploded my balls and I paused for a second, just to regroup. Everything this woman did turned me on. Every smile. Every glance over her shoulder. Every shade of lipstick. Every scream. It all made me want her more often and for longer. She made me insatiable.
I picked up speed, pounding into her, over and over. Knowing she was vulnerable with me, giving me permission to do what I wanted to her—and I only wanted to make her feel good—was like a drug for me.
And her. It was like she was high on me.
On us.
On what our bodies could do together.
I glanced down to where we were connected—where I slid into her hot, wet pussy—and my vision blurred. She was so beautiful. Her heart, every angle of her body. I’d never known a woman could be so fucking compelling, could have me coming undone like this. There was no part of her I didn’t want to possess.
She reached for me, fingering the beads of sweat gathered at my hairline. She wanted to possess me too. I could feel it. See it in her eyes.
“Parker,” I said, wanting her to know that I knew how she felt—like I wouldn’t stop fucking her if a hurricane tore through the building. Like there had been nothing close to this feeling my entire life and I knew there never would be. Like nothing could tear us apart.
“Tristan,” she called out, her voice full of concern.
I’d been too rough. Fuck, it was like I was trying to nail her to the bed. Her nails bit into my shoulder and she bit down on her lip and I realized, far from me going too far, I’d pushed her right to the edge of her orgasm.
Her entire body began to shake and I couldn’t stop. Instinctively, I knew that she wanted me to keep fucking her, deeper and deeper. Silently she cried out, her back arched and her entire body shook.
I stilled, the blood in my veins dancing with impatience.
“I need more,” she whimpered.
Fuck. I knew it. She wanted what I wanted. She needed what I needed. We were twinned. Aligned. We were bloody perfect for each other.
I plowed into her again, fast and deep, as if I were mining for her very soul.
She started to shake again, her body contracting around my cock. So soon?
“More. Don’t stop,” she cried out.
I clamped my hands over her shoulders and kept fucking and fucking and fucking until it was like I’d run out of oxygen. A flash of white light tore through the room like lightning, a guttural roar ripped out of my throat, and pain bit into my muscles. Something buried deep inside me, that had been sleeping for a lifetime, had been awoken. My orgasm stretched into life, rumbling deep inside me, then chased through my body. I’d never felt anything like it.
Parker began to shake underneath me again and I collapsed onto her, needing to be closer, wanting to protect her and share with her everything I was feeling.
She sighed and I moved to her side, suddenly worried I had squashed her.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Think so.”
I swept my hand down her body. We lay like that until I could summon up the strength to move. I grabbed a bottle of water by the bed, unscrewed the cap, and held it out for her.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
I set down the water, moved around the bed and pulled her up so she was leaning against my chest. Then I held the bottle to her lips. She took a sip. And another.
“You’re amazing,” I said. She really was the most extraordinary woman I’d ever met. Not only was she deliciously sexy, but she was so much more. She was insightful. She was strong, sweet, and vulnerable. She was kind and clever and thoughtful. It made me want to be all those things too. I wanted to be good enough for her. She deserved a man who would strive to be her equal. A man who’d take care of her.
“I can hear you thinking behind me,” she said after a few minutes. “Penny for them?”
“We need a shower,” I replied.
She shook her head. “I can’t make it.”
I scooped her off the bed and carried her through into the bathroom, then set her on the built-in bench in the shower.
She looked exhausted. As if I’d wrung her out and there was nothing she had left to give. Once the water was warm, I stepped a couple of feet away, grabbed some shampoo, and lathered my hair. I’d wash myself and then her. Then I’d wrap her in a towel, dry her and dress her. She wouldn’t have to lift a finger. I rinsed off my shampoo and then set about soaping my entire body, massaging the overworked muscles as I worked my way down my body. As I got to the base of my stomach, I glanced over to find her watching me. A hint of something in her eyes made me stop.