Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
The raging inferno inside me multiplies. I want her… badly. Almost too much. I press my hard cock against her belly, sliding my hands down her back, pulling her against me. I knead the ass of her jean shorts before unbuttoning them and pulling them down along with her panties in one fast swoop. I want to see her… all of her.
I step back from her and look down at her large, heaving breasts, the swell of her stomach, and her wide thighs.
Dropping to my knees before her, I grip her thighs harshly. My fingers dig into her but I can’t stop it. I can’t release my hold on her. I pull her to me until my face is at the apex of her thighs, and I breathe her in. Her sweet, musky scent fills my nostrils and cum leaks from the tip of my cock.
One way or another I have to have her. I’m drooling for her taste.
“Spread ‘em,” I tell her roughly.
She doesn’t ask any questions or hesitate; she spreads her legs open and I can see the messy juices of her arousal on the short hairs of her pussy. I don’t hold back then, I can’t.
I put my mouth on her mound… and taste her.
Chapter 8
Bree
I should stop him. I should tell him I don’t want to be “claimed.” But one touch of his hand on me has me thinking otherwise.
His mouth suctions to me and my head falls back. I don’t know what he’s doing to me but I hope he never stops. The swipe of his tongue from the back to the very front of me has me kicking my legs open even wider, wanting everything he is willing to give. I grip his hair in my hand and when his tongue strokes across my swollen bundle of nerves, my body flexes and I pull on his head, holding him to me, praying he doesn’t stop.
I look down at him and his face shows intense pleasure. When our eyes meet, he sucks my clit into his mouth, pushing me over the edge. My face scrunches up and the climax hits me hard. I ride his face, pushing him, begging him for more.
He licks me clean, my juices coating his chin, and he pulls away from me and lifts me up before laying me back on the bed. He climbs up and mounts me, his hard cock stroking across my swollen, wet folds.
“I want you, Bree. I want to be inside you.” His voice is thick, filled with emotion.
Looking up at him, I know I should tell him no. I know it’s too intense, I know the only thing that will come from this is heartache. But the tiny vibrations of my orgasm between my legs are still rocking through me. I have no coherent thought except I have to have him.
“Yes,” I moan to him.
He reaches for his jeans on the floor and pulls out a condom. He pulls it on quickly and I can’t help but think that at least one of us is thinking clearly.
He lines himself up at my core, and I plant my feet on the bed, letting my legs fall open with him between them. My body is tight, knowing that it’s going to hurt, but I don’t want to stop it.
He fists his cock, stroking it through my lips before I feel him stretch my opening around his wide, wide girth.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispers, his eyes on me.
When our eyes meet, I let out the breath I’ve been holding and smile shakily at him.
He pushes in, inch by inch, until he comes to the little piece of skin that separates us. Instantly, I feel his cock swell inside me. His hands tighten on my hips. With a strained expression, he asks me, “Bree? Why didn’t you tell me?”
I can’t even shrug my shoulders because my whole body is drawn tight. So I jut my chin at him. “I didn’t want you to stop.”
He stares at me for a second as if he’s in awe, then tells me, “There’s nothing that will ever stop me from having you.”
He takes a deep breath and I watch as his large, muscled chest rises and falls again. His hand slides between us and strokes my already sensitive clit. He circles it, putting pressure on it. His face is strained and I know it’s killing him. I move my hips, just tiny little thrusts, but he pulls back.
“Don’t stop, Ronan. Please don’t stop.”
He plunges into me then, burying himself inside me. The pain is immense, almost like my body’s being ripped in two. I scream then, because it’s just too damn much.
Leaning over, he wraps his arms around me, picking me up and setting me on his lap as we’re still joined. His kisses are light across my face and my neck and he keeps whispering my name soothingly.