Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Except after wringing one orgasm from her, I knew it wasn’t going to be enough. It’d been three weeks since I saw her for the first time bringing coffee with Ford’s woman, Indigo. I’d been on a ladder adding security to Indi’s house, and shit if I hadn’t almost fallen off.
Three weeks spent circling each other. After the incident up in the mountains with the bastard who’d been involved in our SEAL teammate’s murder and framing, I’d seen a shit ton of Megan. Yet this was the first time I’d gotten my hands on her. From that very first greeting, I’d known she’d wanted me just as much as I wanted her. And she sure as shit was the kind of woman who got whatever–or rather, whomever–she wanted. She was beauty-queen beautiful and full of sass. I’d been in love since the moment I’d met her. Love at first sight on my part. Lust at first sight on hers.
“Hurry,” she murmured then turned away from me and set her hands on the painted wood. With her skirt still up about her waist and her hot pink panties around her ankles…
I was going to last as long as a teenager with his first glimpses of porn.
Gripping the base of my dick, I gave it a hard squeeze. When she cantered her hips back and I got my first look at her glistening and swollen pussy–and winking, snug asshole–there was no more waiting. A little foreplay was one thing, but it’d been three weeks.
Setting my hand beside hers on the freshly painted wood, I angled my body so my front was to her back, my mouth at her neck. Lining up at her entrance, I thrust deep.
She moaned and clenched around me.
“Fuck,” I snarled. She was even better than I imagined. Tight. Hot. Her little ass writhed against my hips.
“Hayes,” she whimpered, wiggling some more.
I pulled back, drove deep again.
“Yes,” she hissed.
With my free hand, I tangled my fingers in her hair and gently tugged.
“I thought of you like this. Getting crammed full of my cock and taking it all. You were made for me, baby doll.”
She was. Maybe it wasn’t what I should tell a woman five seconds after I got inside her for the first time, but this was turning into an existential experience—not a quickie at a party.
I pumped in and out of her, my eyes rolling back in my head. But when it seemed like she could take everything I gave and more, I wanted deeper. Harder.
I pulled out, making her toss that heavy chestnut hair and glare over her shoulder.
I know, baby doll. I’m desperate, too.
I spun her around and hitched my forearm under one of her knees before pressing her back against the wall. “Gotta get in you deeper,” I managed to say, my voice rough with need.
“Yeah,” she panted, nodding. “Good.”
“You okay with rough?” I asked, shoving into her without preamble. I growled at the feel. The way she could handle me.
“You know I am,” she snapped like she was irritated that I wasn’t giving it to her hard enough yet.
“Good.” I slammed in with a snap of my hips, my body trapping hers against the wall with more force than I’d use with most women.
She wasn’t most women. She was Megan. No doubt the one for me.
“Oh,” she gasped, her mouth falling open in ecstasy, her head pressing back against the barn wall.
The Montana summer sun was on my bare ass, but I didn’t give a shit. The world could catch fire around us and neither of us would know. All I could see was Megan. All I could feel was her perfect pussy. All I could breathe in was her soft scent. Hear her satisfied moans.
I shoved in and out of her, driving deeper, lifting her foot from the ground with each brutal stroke.
“Yes…Hayes,” she moaned.
For some reason, I hated her using my call sign right now. I wanted to be Rafael with her–the guy I didn’t even believe still existed within me. But I wanted that first-name intimacy. That connection. Which, if I wasn’t balls deep in her, I’d have to think long and hard about because until her, it had never even entered my mind.
It made no sense because we hadn’t even had a date. This was clearly nothing more than a mutual scratching of an itch.
Or it was supposed to be. A quickie before we returned to the barbeque.
Her muscles tightened around my cock, and the sounds coming from her lips were incoherent syllables.
My pulse thrummed, and I breathed like I’d just swam two miles. “Is this what you need, baby doll? You want my cock nice and deep?”
“Yes…God, yes!” she cried out. She lifted then wrapped her other leg around my back, her internal muscles spasming around my cock.
“You coming without me, beautiful?” I growled, shifting to hook my other forearm under her ass, so I could bounce her over my cock while she finished.