Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 241
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1182(@200wpm)___ 946(@250wpm)___ 788(@300wpm)
Donnelly lifts my hips and positions his long cock on top of my abdomen, showing me what’s about to happen. “You’re gonna have to take all of that.”
I pulsate. “Please, please.” He seems so much bigger than my thin frame, and the idea of his cock disappearing inside me and extending to my belly button is driving me over the edge.
Donnelly hooks an arm under one of my knees, and while his mouth meets mine, he bends my leg towards my chest. Opening me wider.
His tantalizing kisses dizzy me, and I grip his biceps for support. His forehead presses against mine, and he whispers, “I’m not stopping unless you tell me to. You can’t handle anything, you say something.”
I nod eagerly.
He holds my face again, as though knowing I’m going to squirm and writhe, and he’s planning to keep me steady beneath him. He’s been with me before. He understands my body. It’s a calming fact before the giant plunge.
“Take a deep breath.” He stares into me. “‘Cause I’m about to run your tight, little pussy so hard.”
When he grinds forward, it’s not a simulation anymore. I gasp at the sheer fullness when he enters me. My mouth is agape, and breath has evacuated my lungs, especially as he begins thrusting at a hypnotic pace.
I clench around him. Unable to even buck my hips upward. He’s pounding at a rate that disorients me, and I’m consumed by every mind-blowing second.
Sex—sex is both too tremendous and not nearly enough. I. Want. Everything. I cry against the large palm of his hand, his love an undercurrent that swells a greater need inside me.
I want everything…but only with him.
“DonnellyDonnelly.” My hands fall off his biceps, unable to even hold on.
A groan scratches against his throat, and he changes his pace to slow, then aggressively fast. My eyes flutter at the blissful torment. I can feel him checking on me while he rocks—but these sensations throttle my body into another dimension.
I moan at the intensity, the friction. The way my body jostles under him with each thrust. I come without warning, seeing stars.
“Fuck,” Donnelly groans under his breath, his arousal inside of me. He’s still hard. He’s still moving, and I’m being built back to a peak.
He changes positions, just slightly. Sitting up, he’s kneeling between my legs. Both of his hands are under my kneecaps, and he stretches my thighs open even wider while he fucks me, easily hoisting my hips to meet his length. It’s one of the hottest sights I’ve ever seen. From this angle, I have a total view of his tattooed body and his pierced cock pumping into me.
I prop up on my forearms to see every inch of him disappearing in me. “OhmyGodOhmyGod,” I mumble.
“You clench around me again, I’m gonna come all over you.” It’s a carnal threat. “Luna.” It’s a warning.
“Yesyesyes,” I gasp.
“You’ve gotta take me for longer than this, babe.”
I fall off my arms, a puddle of lust and love.
And then Orion jumps on the bed. “Down, boy,” Donnelly says while thrusting. For some reason, Orion isn’t listening to the one person he always obeys. His tag wags excitedly, and he licks my cheek.
Donnelly pulls out of me.
“No,” I whine, way too needy.
“I’m not going anywhere.” He corrals Orion off the bed and leads him to the door. Quickly, he locks our dog outside the room, and I’m hooked on his hot, naked stride back to the bed.
We pick up where we left off.
He’s knelt between my legs. He flexes back in.
I mutter yeses into a high-pitched noise. His heavy, pleasured breaths light me on fire. Sweat has beaded on our skin. In the next beats of our fusion together, he lightly touches my clit and pounds deeper in me. I lose it.
My back arches into a cry, and Donnelly curses, in his own head-rush—but he drags his cock out of me fast. He fists himself with two pumps, spraying my breasts with his cum.
I stick out my tongue to catch it.
His grin appears with a grunt, and I watch his cock twitch into another erection. Oh. That turned him on, big time.
Correction—I turned him on. Like Donnelly, all I did was what I wanted. We are very, very sexually compatible. It is proven.
I wipe his cum off my cheek and lick my finger.
Donnelly’s chest rises and falls heavier.
“I need the taste of your seed,” I say into a smile. “It’s imperative.”
“Yeah?” He’s pulling me higher up the bed, my head meeting a pillow. His mouth brushes against my ear. “You can keep tasting it ‘cause I’m not done fucking you.”
I love him. I love him so much, my heart is hammering at high glorious speeds. We’re on our sides. He pulls me back against his chest. Spooning. He has my leg drawn up to my chest again. The deeper, the more intense, and I’m so happy he loves giving me thigh-quakingly deep.