Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
One hand moved to my throat, tipping my head back, gripping tight, as the other slid first to my abdomen, pressing me back just that much further on his cock, and then taking me in hand, stroking from balls to head.
“You were missing. My best friend, in my life, living with me, always at my side, and no one else gets any part of you anymore. Ever.”
To others, it might seem insane, his words too much, scary even, but this was brand-new between us. Five years from now, even one year from now, he’d be certain of us, secure in our lives wrapped around one another, in our commitment to each other, and all this would be remembered bluster. Now, his actions, his words, let me know that along with protecting me, keeping me safe while we were out there in the world, and sane, never letting my memories, my demons strip me of my power or integrity, he would be more. Because now, he would be my home, and most of all, let me know I was loved. Let me know I was his.
I belonged to Lang and he had always, I realized, treated me like I did, but now he was showing me by taking absolute possession of my body.
When he slid free, I gasped at how fast it was but barely had enough time to process before I was walked a few feet to the kitchen and bent across the table, arms stretched out so I could reach the opposite side and hold on.
He rammed back inside me, having added a bit more lube to his dick, enough to make the thrust easy, the stroke a glide that immediately became a new pounding, ceaseless rhythm, in and out as he showed me that I was unquestionably, his.
“Only I get to kiss you, fuck you, hold you, and make you scream,” he huffed out, his voice thick and gruff as he pegged my gland, and I did, in fact, roar his name.
He felt so good, and I was so full, the pistoning deep and fast, driving to my core with each thrust, the table taking my weight and his rutting without a shift or a sound.
“This table is coming with you to my house,” he announced, and I smiled, as I’d been thinking the same thing. “Now get up on it because I want to see you come apart.”
Again he withdrew, and I scrambled onto my table, and lay down so I was staring up at him. Immediately, he took hold of my thighs, lifting them in the air as he plunged back inside my hole, enjoying me splayed out for him if his gasp was any indication.
“Grab your dick and make yourself come. I want to see.”
My strokes were sloppy, without a discernible pattern, but it was impossible to create my own rhythm with him hammering into me and the splintering electric shocks that was causing. “Don’t stop,” I begged, not caring that I sounded needy and desperate, only the sizzling heat rolling through my body, slithering from my tightened balls to the base of my spine, of any real consideration.
“You feel so good,” he husked, his hands behind my knees, holding tight as he stared down into my eyes. “I’ve decided I want to do this for the rest of my life.”
“Sex makes people…stupid,” I murmured, feeling my muscles clutching around him. “Please don’t stop, just—Lang!”
“Please what?” His voice was brittle, on edge.
But I was done. There were no more words.
“Please what?” he demanded, louder, his eyes narrowed to slits of teak.
“I wanna be yours,” I barely got out as my orgasm came roiling through me.
“You already are,” he swore, losing himself in the hard pounding, spilling inside my body, both of us mindless in our release.
It took me several minutes to realize my legs were wrapped around his hips and he was bent over, lying on me, cheek pressed to my pectoral.
“I can hear your heart,” he whispered.
I had no doubt, as it was trying to beat itself out of my chest.
“Next time,” he began, his hands on my sides, stroking slowly up and down, “I’ll have you ride me in your bed.”
“Oh yeah?” I croaked out, my voice trying to work. “Will we make it there?”
“I…that guy made it clear how close I got to this not working out.” He was quiet a moment, and took a quick breath. “Any one of those other clueless fuckers could have seen what a gift you are, stepped up their game, and made a play for your heart.”
I was going to tell him that it wouldn’t have mattered, that I was his from the first time he held me in the rain, but he chose that moment to lift up, gently unwrap my legs, and ease, with the utmost care, from my still clenching hole.