Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Though he does, mouth drawn in a feral grimace. Slowly he withdraws until only the fat head of his erection is still wedged within me, and a needy ache rushes in to fill the emptiness he leaves behind.
He leans back, his hot gaze angling down to where we’re joined. “So goddamn wet and smooth. Your pussy slicked up my cock real good.”
Those swollen inches glisten between us, long and curved. And almost too impossibly thick to imagine how he’d just been inside me, but I watch as his shaft sinks into me again, feeding the greedy hunger that constricts my inner muscles around him.
“So damn smooth,” Ranger grits out, pushing deeper. “But not easy. Not into a cunt this tight.”
With a grunt, he fills me completely. The quiet thunk of his dangling belt buckle swinging into the wall joins the choked sound of pleasure I make when he bottoms out. So deep inside me. And nothing hurts now. It’s all so good, the pressure that was stretching me too tight, burning too hot when it was concentrated just in my pussy now building through my entire body in waves timed to the slow rhythm of his thrusts, the rougher cadence of every word he says, the swing of his buckle.
“Don’t know what’s better.” Thunk. “Being buried deep inside this tight little cunt or fucking my way in.” Thunk. “Never felt anything so goddamn hot and sweet.” Thunk. “Ah, Lord help me. Can’t come unless I feel you squeezing me, baby.”
Thunk.
Thunk.
Thunk.
Suddenly it’s too much. Slow torture of the sweetest kind. On ragged gasps, I squirm against the wall. Letting go of his neck, I brace my hands on his biceps instead, trying to gain leverage to push back against him. His cock invades my taut flesh again, and burning pressure returns to my pussy like a hot expanding balloon, but there’s no release for it, stretching tighter within me, twisting higher with every harsh breath over my lips and swing of his buckle.
But this time there’s no thunk. Ranger holds himself still, half-buried inside me.
“Alicia,” he says hoarsely, the golden sparks in his eyes glowing so bright. “Look at what we did.”
Made my dress fall. The bodice is bunched at my waist, my exposed nipples painfully erect and flushed a deep rose.
I almost sob with relief. “Oops.”
With a growl, Ranger slams his hips forward, shunting his cock deep. I let loose a scream as pleasure bursts through me, blinding me with the sheer intensity. This is what I need. This, this, this. His body batters me into the wall, his grunts and the wet slap of flesh joining the rapid thunkthunkthunk of his belt. For the first time in what seems like forever I don’t feel the monster inside me, don’t feel the endless terrifying hunger. All that I feel is this ecstasy, and Ranger driving into me, chasing away everything else with each brutal thrust.
The swelling pressure tightens unbearably. My fingers twist in the black cotton stretched across his chest, his name a desperate chant on my lips, my legs shaking uncontrollably in his unyielding grip.
“Like that, baby.” Expression feral, he pistons his cock faster, harder. “This is what I live for now. To make you come. To make you scream. To feel your pussy cinch up so goddamn tight that I can’t even get in without—”
Teeth bared in a savage grimace, he breaks off to pump into me with short, hard jolts, setting off little blasts of pleasure that make me shudder and whine, my inner muscles constricting.
Snarling, Ranger hikes my knees up, shoving me higher up the wall. On the first hard stroke the new angle detonates an explosion within me, flaring white behind my eyes as the orgasm rips through my convulsing flesh. The devastating wake tears my senses apart, everything I see and hear and feel scattering into disparate pieces.
Slowly I come back to the smoke of his voice, the burning embers of his eyes…his thick cock still buried inside me. But I’m not pinned to the wall anymore. Instead he’s holding me against his chest, his big hands cradling my ass, his gaze burning into mine.
Still quivering, I wrap my legs around his hips. “You didn’t come?”
“Fuck no.” Carrying me, he strides toward the bed, each step setting off little aftershocks that make me gasp and helplessly ride the rigid length inside me. “Ain’t going to fill this pussy with cum until after I taste it. But you didn’t make holding back easy, baby, giving me a cunt made of pure fucking heaven.”
Heaven is Ranger inside me. And heaven is Ranger’s tortured groan as he withdraws from my slick heat. As gently as if I’m a precious object, he lays me on the mattress, then steps back to tear his shirt over his head.
And that’s heaven, too, because I’m certain that I hear angels singing when his bare torso comes into view. I’ve always thought of myself as a fan of hairless chests, of the Captain Americas and the Thors. But it turns out that I’m a girl with a thing for mountains of muscle covered in forests of hair. The sheer masculinity on display makes my pussy clench, and when my gaze follows that forest path trailing down the ridges of his stomach, the thick column of his erection jutting from between his tree trunk thighs suddenly has me shifting around on the bed, trying to ease the deep, hollow ache that I thought my orgasm had blown away.