Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
My gaze made him say ‘fuck it’ and he shoved his underwear down.
The first glimpse of his cock was…breathtaking.
Coma inducing.
Awe inspiring.
“Quick,” he said as he palmed his hard cock. “Tell me one thing.”
I licked my lips. “What?”
Was that really my voice right now?
“Birth control,” he said. “Not that I have an issue with knockin’ you up, but maybe we should get to know each other first?”
I opened my mouth and then closed it, wondering if he was serious.
The way he was looking at me, though…yeah, he was definitely serious.
I answered him as quickly as I could make my mind work again.
“I, uh, got an IUD. When I was fifteen,” I said. “There was this place where we were parked. The lady knew that…she knew that I needed it.”
His lips firmed, and then he was trailing his hand reverently over the length of my body. “I’m clean. I get checked once a year and there hasn’t been anyone this year at all.”
That was surprising.
Hannibal was a viral man.
How did he go that long?
Then again, some men had control.
Not any of the ones that I’d been with, but some of them for sure had it.
“In that case,” he said as he moved forward on his knees. “Let’s get started.”
Let’s get started.
That was laugh out loud funny, and when a startled laugh burst free from my lips, he paused crawling halfway up my body.
“What?” he asked.
“I feel like you just decided that a test was imminent,” I explained.
“Maybe I did,” he said. “How do you want me?”
The fact that he asked…
“You,” I said. “On top. In control. I need…I need to get out of my head. And to do that, you have to take me exactly how you want me, and then I’ll follow suit.”
That sounded weird when I said it…
He moved, his cock barely touching my pussy.
I hissed in a breath, a sudden feeling of need taking me over so completely that I moaned.
“I think that you need to get started,” I said.
“You just told me that you wanted me to take control,” he said as he smoothed his hands down the length of my arms.
When he got to my hands, he lifted them up over my head, and I practically felt my pupils dilate.
He stilled there, eyes sweeping over the length of my face for a long second before he transferred them to one hand.
With his free hand, he fisted his cock then moved to place it at my entrance.
I spread my legs wider, urging him on without words, and he pushed just a bit inside. Not enough to feel anything, but enough to drive me freakin’ insane.
I kept my mouth shut, for once all the chaos in my brain was quiet and waited for his next move.
He didn’t disappoint.
When he saw that I was okay, he pushed farther inside.
He filled me with a slow thrust of his hips, taking me in one delicious push.
But the entire time, he kept his eyes on my face, his left hand on both of my wrists, and his right holding my hip steady.
I groaned, loving the delicious stretch my pussy made around his slowly lowering cock.
“Jesus,” he hissed. “You feel…”
He squeezed his eyes shut, as if he was in real pain, and stilled when he was fully seated inside of me.
It felt like that point right between pleasure and pain when you couldn’t decide if it felt good or hurt. But when he pulled back, I realized it was the former rather than the latter.
The delicious stroke of his cock head against my inner walls felt like euphoria.
“Baby,” he wheezed while his hand pushed down firmly on my pubic bone. “Still.”
I realized I was squirming, trying to get him to move more.
Trying to get him to freakin’ fuck me.
“Hannibal,” I whined. “I’m freakin’ dying here. Please.”
He studied me for a few long seconds, then nodded once.
Hand tightening on my wrists to the point of pain, he kept his other hand on my lower belly, and started to fuck me with aggressive, unforgiving strokes.
He fucked me hard.
Not fast, but not slow.
It was the perfect rhythm.
One that quickly had my veins humming with excitement.
“Fuck,” he growled, his eyes narrowing to slits.
“You feel…” I couldn’t articulate the words that I was feeling.
I swallowed hard, feeling my heartrate pick up at the way he was pulling me higher and higher.
“You feel like fuckin’ silk,” he supplied. “Hot silk, wrapped around my cock like you were made to take me.”
Oh, boy. That was even freakin’ hotter.
Jesus Christ, his mouth.
His hands.
My breasts jiggled. My breathing hitched.
Then the strangest feeling of impending…something…washed over me.
His hand pressed down on my belly, right above my pelvic bone, and he groaned. “I can feel my tip right here.”
I didn’t know if that was true.
But whatever he was doing right there was sending me higher and higher until…