Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
He growls through clenched teeth, his abs and the muscles in his chest stiffening then shuddering. My lungs constrict when his massive member wedges inch by inch into me. I’m too focused on the pain to move, and he probably notices because he hunches his back so he can take one pebbled nipple between his lips, stroking it with his tongue and sucking.
I suction around him but I’m so wet that he slides in much easier than before. When he’s buried to the hilt, I have to catch my breath. I feel full and he’s hitting all the right spots.
Rowan kneads my butt roughly while he rocks forward. I cannot move. I’m unable to move. Fireworks are popping in my head because of how good it feels.
What starts slow turns into hard, fast, merciless thrusts. He’s sawing in and out of me, our harsh exhales mingling between us. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his lap, almost folding me in half.
A hoarse sound escapes his lips as I begin riding him, trying to find my rhythm. I’ve never done this before but it seems like my body knows what to do. I move my hips, grind it, rock it back and forth, bob up and down on him.
My inner walls grip and clamp around him, not letting go until we both find our release.
I completely forget the world around me, and time pauses for us. All I can hear is the squeaking sounds of our bodies together, our pants and moans, the bed frame groaning in protest, and all I can feel is his big body one with mine.
Is this what magic is? Because I have no other way of explaining it. He wove something around us, and I don’t ever want to leave this bubble. I just want him and me. Just us. Just this.
Rowan rams upward, and my nails dig on his hard biceps. God, my heart is going a million beats per minute, and I lean forward and bite his shoulder. He’s in and out of my slick channel, halting groans of my name.
My breath is choked in my throat, and I quicken my pace, riding him and chasing that orgasm. When it hits me, I see nothing but spots of color, my pussy pulsating.
His hips continue rutting wildly until he grunts and delivers jets of warmth inside me.
When I finally collapse in his arms, feeling like I’m nothing but melted wax, I understand this is going to have consequences. Mom is at the top of that list. But for now, I’ll savor every single moment with him.
5
ROWAN
The last thing I expected to wake up to is Raven’s lips around my cock.
She’s sucking me like she wants to milk me dry. I will come in her mouth eventually but not this time, so I grab her and carry her to the balcony, both of us fully naked. With my hands over hers, I grip the railing, her back to my chest. I’m kissing and sucking the side of her neck, and she’s pushing her ass to my cock.
Nothing harder than a morning wood.
I reach over and bring my fingers between her thighs, stroking her clit, only to find out she’s drenched. With a snarl, I fist my aching tool and slide inside her, gritting my teeth at the way she suctioned around me.
My lips bite her shoulder lightly, and I begin pounding her relentlessly with my hands on her waist, my hips pumping. But she gives as much as she gets.
Raven grinds her ass to me, fingers gripping my forearms.
As my thrusts get harder and wilder, her moans and whimpers get louder.
When I grab her tits and squeeze her nipples, she stiffens and her legs quiver. Raven’s screaming as her orgasm hits. When her inner muscles clench, my own orgasm rushes to the surface and she rotates her hips, wringing rope after rope of my seed.
I’m already in my truck, sliding my key in, when Mrs. Petrov knocks on my window. Her slight, slender frame blocks the sunlight, and she presses her face against the glass, trying to peer inside.
Strands of silver hair escape her bun, and she tucks it behind her ear. Crow’s feet fan out from her warm, light brown eyes. It usually twinkles with happiness and delight, especially if she’s itching to invite me for a cup of coffee and some freshly baked biscuits. But right now, a frown takes the place of her usual smile.
I lower the window and tip my ball cap. “Good morning, Ma’am.”
“Good morning, Rowan. Uhm, not sure if you noticed early in the morning. But I heard an animal moaning. Sounds like it came from upstairs. You know, your place. You have a cat?”
I almost choke on my spit. “No.”
But I’ve got a pussy waiting for me.