Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80283 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Right now.
But I’m a prince. I was born to fight dragons, and I’m not even close to done with this woman, not when Lizzy is writhing under me, gripping fistfuls of my hair. I take control of her left nipple with my mouth and her right with my fingers and take her higher, tugging and sucking in rhythmic waves until she shatters, trembling hard against me as she comes.
“Fuck, Lizzy, you’re incredible.” I hug her close, squeezing her tight as she comes down, my head spinning as her hips rock forward, rubbing against where I ache, where I want with a need that cuts all the way to the bone.
“You,” she says, pushing at the top of my jeans. “You’re incredible. God, Jeffrey, I want you so much. I need you inside me, please.”
A part of me wants to wait, to insist she come on my tongue first, but the desperation in her calls to the desperation rising inside me, burning hotter, higher, until I’m afraid I won’t have the sense to grab a condom if I don’t do it now. “One second,” I promise against her lips.
I vault from the bed.
I’m in the bathroom, grabbing a condom from my toiletry bag, and then back on the bed rolling it on in what feels like a second. The film just…skips, and suddenly I’m kneeling naked beside her, guiding the rubber down over my painfully swollen cock with no memory of disposing of my jeans.
But I’m damned well going to remember taking off those panties.
I reach for the thin fabric stretched over her hips, curling my fingers around the top. She lifts her bottom, making it easy for me to draw them down her thighs, calves, and off each foot. I bring them to my face, inhaling the scent of her, balls dragging heavier between my thighs as the salty, tart, perfect smell of her desire spins through my head.
She reaches for me. “Now. Please, now.”
Dropping her panties reverently on the bedside table—they’re too pretty to throw on the floor—I lengthen myself over her. Her legs wrap around my waist, and suddenly we’re there, in the perfect position, without even needing to reach down and adjust. It takes me off guard for a moment, and the tip of my cock slips inside her before I’m mentally prepared for the feel of her tight and wet around me.
I try to regain control, to rein in the hunger and slow the hell down, but before I can pull back, Lizzy flexes her legs, forcing me deeper. My breath catches and my heart skips a beat as I push into where she is so tight—so wet and hot, yes, but so, so tight.
She feels…incredible.
Better than incredible. Rapturous. Savagely sweet.
But even as my cock celebrates the best few seconds of its life so far, my heart races.
I have to be hurting her. I don’t see any way that I’m not.
I brace myself on my forearms, holding still inside her as I gaze down into her face, sweat breaking out in the valley of my spine as I realize I can feel her pulse beating around my erection, each throb sending a tremor through me. But she doesn’t appear to be in pain. Her lips are softly parted, and her breath comes faster, but when her eyes meet mine, they’re bright with satisfaction.
“It’s so good,” she murmurs, her hands trailing down my chest as she shifts her hips, taking me a little deeper into paradise, making my head spin. “So much better than I even imagined.” She pulls in a breath and exhales, rocking her hips forward with a moan that nearly undoes me.
“I’m not hurting you?” I ask, my voice tight and what’s left of my willpower evaporating at an alarming rate.
“Oh, yes.” She bites her lip as she moves, circling her hips this time, her inner walls gripping my cock in mind-melting new ways. “But it hurts so good. I finally understand that stupid song. This is what he meant.” She wraps her arms around my ribs and hugs me closer. “It hurts a little, but all I want is more. Please, Jeffrey, more.”
I try to go slow, to be gentle, I really do, but by the time I pull back and glide into her the third time, Lizzy is wiggling against me at the end of each thrust, making it clear she’s as desperate for more as I am.
“Is this all right?” I ask as I rock faster, deeper.
“All is right,” she says, breath catching as I grind my pubic bone into her clit at the end of my next thrust. “God, yes, perfect, don’t ever stop. Take me. Hard. I want you hard.”
Gripping her hip in one hand, I let go of the wheel, losing myself in her heat, her fire. The feel of her breath hot on my neck as we strain together is so sexy I know I’m going to embarrass myself.