Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Then what I want it to become—the white-hot desire that’s just out of reach. That’s right over the cliff. It’s almost there and I want it so badly because I want to be close to him.
I go for it.
I sit on his dick, taking him all the way. “Oh fuck,” I grunt.
“God yes,” he says at the same time.
Time does stand still. It’s intense as he stretches my ass, filling my whole damn body, it seems.
I feel him everywhere.
It’s this close to good. Not quite yet though, and I want it all. I want all the feelings.
His hands wrap around my hips, and I rise, wincing at the burn, then lower myself once more.
I lift up again. His eyes swing to where we connect, and he trembles, his breath stuttering. “So fucking sexy,” he says, his hands curling tighter around my hips, like he owns me.
And as I drop down, he does.
Oh hell, does he ever own me.
Heart, mind, body.
That’s when the switch flips, when the sensations turn from pain to pleasure. When the too-tight feeling ebbs away and becomes something else entirely—his cock feeling just right inside my body.
Electricity crackles in my veins. My chest heats. Jolts of pleasure shoot through me as I slide my hands up his chest.
He lowers himself onto the mattress, holding my hips, watching my face, and looking like he’s losing his mind. “You got me now,” he says, so husky, so smoky.
I groan, since I can’t form words. I work my hips, find a tempo. I am shaking with pleasure. Overcome by the pinball machine of sensations whipping through me—sparks, and jolts, and so much heat.
He keeps talking, murmuring words of encouragement, so good, yes, fuck yes, and I flash back to last night. To his other words. To why he talks so much. I’m really into you, rookie.
That drives me on. The recall. Makes me hotter, wilder as I fuck his cock, and he fucks me.
Hands slide up chests.
Breaths shudder out.
Eyes go glassy.
Grunts fill the room. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh is the background to our noises.
His sounds.
His gasps. His moans. The curses that fall from his lips.
The feral grunts.
The way he never stops looking at me.
He never takes his eyes off me.
As I ride him, I get to know his body, get to know what makes him tick.
The answer?
Me.
I wind him up.
I drive him crazy.
That is all I want. For him to feel the same way I do.
In every single way.
Declan’s hands slide along my arms, up into my hair. He rises up as he tugs me closer, kissing me desperately as we fuck.
A sharp charge rushes down my spine, and it hits me.
I can come soon.
But I don’t want to come like this.
I want something else.
“Deck,” I breathe.
“Yeah?”
“Can you do something?”
“Anything. I’ll do anything for you,” he rasps out, and I believe his anything.
We lock eyes, and I tell him my fantasy. “I want you to put me on all fours. That’s how I want it. I really want to feel you fucking me.”
His eyes glimmer with shameless lust. “I’ll fuck you so good, rookie.”
I ease off, scramble to my hands and knees, get in position. He moves behind me. “Raise that beautiful ass,” he instructs, all smoky and impossibly sexy.
I lift higher, giving myself to him, trusting he wants everything I have.
For a split second, I tense, but I breathe through it as he sinks into me.
“You,” he rumbles.
I crane my neck to watch him fuck.
Declan’s staring at me savagely. “So fucking hot. You taking me,” he says, and take is exactly what I do.
I take him all the way.
Then, he eases out, almost all the way, before he sinks back in. “You like this? This what you want?”
“Love it,” I answer.
“Me too,” he says on a long, lingering groan, his hand sliding up my back, over my shoulder. “Love it too.”
That word rushes along my skin, sets up camp in my chest, makes the moment so much more intense. I stare at Declan as he finds his pace again.
As pleasure annihilates my body.
I barely know if it’s from the fucking or the watching or the man.
Or the everything.
All of it.
Don’t know. Don’t care.
All I know is I’m being fucked by a guy I’m crazy for.
A man I’m unequivocally falling for.
And that right there is why sex feels out of this world. “Gimme your mouth. Kiss me while you fuck me,” I demand, needing this madly.
Declan does, covering me with his body, grabbing my jaw. I drown in his hot kisses, his tongue plundering my mouth as he drives deep into my body.
I bring my hand to my shaft, but he swats it away.
“You’re mine, rookie,” he snarls in my ear, and I tremble as his hand wraps tight around my dick. “I’ll get you there.”
Relief. At last, some fucking relief.