Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 134961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 675(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 675(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
The slow, deliberate way he undresses is almost unbearable. It’s almost like he’s daring me to break first.
I don’t.
But I also don’t blink.
My hungry gaze follows every single movement, every exposed inch of tanned, toned muscle, every shadow and dip that only makes my stomach tighten further with pure, unfiltered need. The sight of his cock - long and thick and heavy - causes my mouth to dry as my pussy clenches around nothing.
He kicks the clothing off, tossing the fabric aside with the same careless ease he did my panties. He looks down at me - completely bare except for the wicked smirk curving his lip - but I can’t find it within me to look away.
“Like what you see?”
He doesn’t wait for a response.
Instead, he lowers himself over me again, and as his hard, naked length brushes against the wet outline of my pussy, I swear the world tilts beneath us.
"Poppy," he murmurs, “are you going to be good for me now?"
My pulse roars.
Still, I’m trying to grasp on to what little control that I can. So.
"Shut up and fuck me."
A dark, satisfied smirk ghosts across his lips, but there’s something else there, too.
Something almost feral.
"I was hoping you’d say that.”
He lines himself up against my entrance, and the sensation of his large, thick cock pressing over the outline of my core has me whimpering desperately. My eyelids flutter as he brushes the head against my sensitive clit, and my fingers thread into his dark hair as he rocks his hips against me, his cock moving easily thanks to the evidence of my arousal.
I use my grip on the strands to pull him impossibly closer, tilting my chin to press an eager kiss to his mouth. I gasp as as he brushes his cock up and down and over my wet slit, settling between my thighs like he belongs there.
I arch against him, desperate, and his answering groan is deep, ragged and full of possession.
"Such a needy little thing," he murmurs, dragging his teeth over my jaw.
I try to glare, I do, but the moment he does it again, my head tilts back, a sharp gasp escaping before I can stop it. He thrusts against me again - harder this time - and my nails dig into his shoulders.
"Are you still going to pretend you don’t want this?" he taunts, his voice a low, velvety growl. “Going to pretend that I can’t feel how wet you are? How desperate you are?”
I try to summon a response - something, anything - but my mind is fogged with heat, my body betraying me completely as I arch against him.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Smug bastard.
His mouth finds the hollow of my throat, lips brushing against my pulse, and I hate - hate - the way I shudder beneath him, how easily my body betrays me.
“You love fighting me, don’t you?”
One of his large hands snakes up in order to thread into my hair, and he tugs with just enough force for me to move and tilt my chin towards him.
“I think,” he continues, his thumb dragging slowly over my bottom lip, “you’ve been waiting for me to put you in your place.”
I scoff - or at least, I try to.
“You? Put me in my -”
His mouth crashes onto mine before I can finish, cutting me off with a searing kiss. His hand grips my hip, his hold possessive, like he can’t stand the idea of any space between us.
And then - finally - he gives me what I’ve been waiting for.
He presses deeper, his fingers flexing against my skin as he lifts his hips, the movement slow but devastatingly precise as the head of his cock lines itself against my entrance.
A sharp, heady gasp rips from my throat as he pushes inside, giving me no choice but to take all of him. My fingers claw at his shoulders, my body arching, and a deep, wrecked groan escapes his lips when he presses in completely, forcing me to stretch around him.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath ragged, his control hanging by a thread.
“Fuck.”
My thighs tremble beneath his grip, my body burning with pleasure as he pulls back - just enough to make me whimper - before thrusting back in, deeper this time, dragging another wrecked moan from my lips.
His hand grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze, and his eyes are full of something I really shouldn’t find addictive.
“Look at me,” he rasps.
He tilts my chin up, his lips brushing against mine as his thrusts pick up pace. He fucks me harder and deeper, shattering every last bit of resistance I had left with each brutal snap of his hips.
“You’re mine now.”
His words settle over me like a brand, sinking into my skin, my bones, my very being.