Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 634(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
And in a smooth glide, he was inside me.
I had him.
He was big, and it took me a second to physically accommodate him, but it might have been the best second of my life.
“Yeah?” he grunted.
“Oh yeah,” I confirmed.
He cupped my breast, squeezed hard, slid out and thrust, his eyes locked to mine.
Keeping claim on my breast, he pinched my nipple with thumb and forefinger, and the blaze that tore through me drove my hips up into his.
“Damn, baby,” he purred.
“You’re holding back,” I accused.
“You can’t take it how I need it right now.”
“Try me.”
“Babe.”
“Core.”
“Hellen.”
I latched onto his hair, pulled myself up to his face, and demanded, “Fuck me.”
His eyes caught fire even if I heard amusement mingled in the heat of his tone when he murmured, “Well, all right.”
And then he fucked me.
Even with no clit action, it was so spectacular I came within a few strokes. As I did, I gasped and whinnied and held on like I was on a mechanical bull and the prize was a million dollars.
It.
Was.
Phenomenal.
“Fuck, you’re something,” he groaned, tugging my hair back, arching my neck. “Yeah,” he grunted, bucking into me.
But at the hair tug, a second orgasm rolled over the first.
I was panting and clasping him with everything available to me when he shoved his face in my neck, planted his cock to the root and groaned deeply into my skin.
His body trembled on top of mine as he pumped inside a few times when he was coming down.
And then it was me in my bed with Core in me, and that was it.
That was my world.
Last night, I’d never felt safer.
In that moment, I never felt more right.
I didn’t question this, any of it.
From the arrogant whistle and wink, to Core being real and himself no matter the good or bad of it—no games, no acting—to his overprotective streak, sense of humor and tender side.
If I gave myself a minute to consider it…
If life hadn’t been kinda crazy the last few weeks…
I would have known he was something special, the guy for me at that first wink.
Lazily, I twisted my fingers in his loose curls.
He kissed my neck, behind my ear and lifted his head to look down at me.
“You got lipstick all over you, babe.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” I whispered.
He shot me his Hollywood grin, rolled, twisted, adjusted, and pulled us both up so he was shoulders on my pillows and I was draped down his side, my head on his shoulder.
We lay that way for a while, fully recovering, though I did it with a close-up view of the swells of his pecs, so I had a feeling I enjoyed that time more than he did even if I was too close to decipher the ink that was there.
Eventually, he muttered, “Gotta get rid of this rubber.”
“Cool,” I replied.
He kissed the top of my head, angled out of bed and walked to the bathroom.
I rolled the other way, dashed to my vanity and nabbed my makeup wipes.
I looked into the mirror and nearly burst out laughing.
My hair was a sexy mess. I was seeing now my smoky makeup definitely said, “fuck me now!” a demand Core didn’t miss. And the red around my mouth, my cheeks, my neck, down my chest and highlighting my nipples was obscene, yet somehow chic. I looked like a layout in Maxim.
The toilet flushed, and I bounced back to bed with such enthusiasm, it was almost a skip.
I was also not a woman who bounced, and I definitely didn’t skip.
But in that moment, I bounced.
I was sitting cross-legged, one of my pillows pressed to my chest and lap, when he came back, and I saw why he felt big inside, because he was impressively endowed semi-hard.
Core’s chuckle brought my eyes up to his face.
“You gotta let it take a breath before you call it back to attention, baby.”
I smiled at him.
When I did, he was bent forward, arm out, one knee raised, about to climb back into bed from the foot, when he arrested, watching me smile.
“Intense orgasms and big dicks make me happy,” I explained.
He exploded with laughter, crawled up the bed, I appreciated the show, then he tugged the pillow away from me and yanked me on top of him.
“Though,” I went on like I hadn’t been interrupted by his mirth and movements. “This is the first time I’ve experienced either. So thank you. I finally have something juicy to write in my journal.”
He smiled at me, cupped my ass and gave it a squeeze, but he said no words.
I still liked his reply a whole lot.
“I grabbed my makeup wipes,” I shared.
“Hit me,” he ordered.
I twisted to reach for them, yanked one out of the pouch, and, arched against his chest to give myself clearance, I swiped at his face.