Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 147733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
She’s a beautiful mess by the time I pull my throbbing cock out of her mouth, still hard in my hands.
Hell, so am I.
I pull her up, wiping my remnants off her face, then meld my mouth to hers with a kiss that says I’m proud of her wearing me.
I couldn’t guess how long we kiss, how long I run my fingers through her hair, how long she drags her fingers up and down my hard abs, my thigh, both of us locked in admiration.
All I know is I’m still hard, and hellbent on marking her again.
But first, I need to check in.
“Am I scaring you yet?” I whisper, stamping a kiss on her neck. “If you want to call it here, run off and do some thinking, I’ll understand.”
She looks at me, anger and amusement dancing in her eyes.
“Miles, I swear to God, if you don’t make love to me tonight—”
“I don’t make love, kitten,” I correct sharply, kissing her as I cup her ass and twist her around, pushing her naked perfection back down on my desk. “However, I will fuck you within an inch of your life.”
The rough moan falling out of her before I even push into her, while I’m fumbling in my wallet for a condom, tells me she’s willing to take any punishment.
Any sweet madness I dole out.
And I bring it in droves, growling as I thrust into the tightest pussy I’ve ever had a few seconds later, my arms under her head with both hands fisting her hair, pinning her down.
Air drags into my lungs in a slow, vicious pull.
I stop when I’m almost fully in, afraid I’ll hurt her, knowing my own size and manic strength.
She’s trembling, this creature of soft curves and copper hair, as fragile as blown glass.
All too breakable and endlessly lovable because she’s at my mercy.
The long pause deepens our connection and—oh, goddamn—what is this?
This feeling.
More than the fury scalding my balls, hounding me to fuck her soul out, to mark her from the inside out.
“What is it?” I whisper, tilting her face up to mine and sucking her bottom lip with my teeth.
“I’ve always been afraid you’ll hurt me, Miles. So hurt me now,” she finishes her sentence on a barbed breath and a defiant jade-green look. “Show me what it’s like when you wreck me so I finally know. Please. Don’t hold back.”
Damn, does she hear herself?
Her legs wind around my waist and lock.
She does.
Her lips are so mine, and when her mouth opens, I meet her strawberry tongue with violent, needy slashes.
My hips go to work, answering her prayers.
I struggle to keep each stroke inside of her long and sweet, a wanton antidote to the poison needling our veins.
I want her to feel me, and nothing else.
I want her to come so hard she realizes I’m telling her the truth, that this shit may have started with the land, but it’s ending only God knows where.
Right now, I don’t want her to think this is about her land or the tourism project or those stupid videos or anything besides the way she makes me batshit deranged.
And my encroaching madness comes out in every stroke.
Every slash of my hips.
Every curse I groan into her mouth, and then, the first orgasm my dick loots from her body.
I crash down on her, sweeping so low her nipples drag against my chest.
I bite her throat—softly at first and then not soft at all—turning her climax into a controlled demolition that nearly ends her.
Her fingers frantically grab at my hair, slide down my back.
Her hips valiantly drive up at mine, meeting my thrusts as I fuck her right through this fit of rebel ecstasy.
Her nails graze my skin—hard enough to hurt—and goddamn, do I love it.
“Miles. Miles!” Her hips arch up, taking me in deeper, capturing me in clenching silk and slick animal movements.
I can’t last.
I don’t want to.
It’s her mantra-like plea that undoes me in the end.
“Oh, Miles. Oh, God. OhmyGod!”
I move in her faster, harder, desperation building until I’m—
Fuck!
If the cleaning crew is here, they’ll hear this scandal.
So I push my tongue in her mouth again, devouring my kitten, all I can do to muffle us.
Her fingers push through my hair, holding my head in place.
Her legs shake as they pinch my waist, her ankles digging into my ass, so desperate to hold on.
Goddamn, Jennifer.
You’re making this hard.
And when she calls my name so sweetly and her body clenches again, I’m gone.
My release tears me apart like a sword, and I’m in fucking pieces when she spasms around my dick again.
We go off together, sharing the fireworks, all teeth and tongues and flaming breaths.
All breathless flames.
When the fever breaks, 'spent' is the only word that comes to mind.
Spent and awestruck.
We both lie there for God knows how long, boneless, willing our lungs to remember how they work.