Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Come for me. Just like this.” He plunged his fingers deeper, using the heel of his hand against my clit, and I shamelessly rocked my hips, spiraling higher. In seconds the world turned silver, and my lower body tightened up, every muscle tingling. I cried out as the orgasm tore through me, my body clenching his hand, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, spiking the pleasure with a delicious little sting.
Breathing hard, he took his fingers from me. “I need to see you—all of you,” he said, undoing the bustier’s hooks at my lower back. It fell open, and I could breathe easier. My chest heaved.
His hands closed over my breasts, lifting and shaping them, teasing their stiff peaks with his fingertips. He put his mouth on one shoulder and moved it up the curve of my neck. Taking my hands from the headboard, I wrapped them around his head, threading my fingers in his hair. Breathing deeply, I told myself to stop racing for the finish—we would get there. No one had ever worshiped my body this way, and I should savor every single, delicious second.
“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” he told me. And maybe it wasn’t true, maybe it was just a line, maybe he’d said it to twenty other women before me, but I didn’t care. Because he made it feel true. All the insecurities that might have taken the shine off this night were nonexistent.
He touched me reverently and patiently, but hungrily and greedily too—like he was worried there was some place on my body, some inch of my skin he might miss. He kissed me deeply, and I could taste the whiskey on his tongue. He spoke low in my ear, his fingers inside me, telling me how hard his cock was as he rubbed it against my ass, how much he loved that I was so wet for him, how deep and hard he was going to fuck me, how many times he wanted to make me come tonight.
I was trembling, aching with need by the time he tipped me onto my back and stretched out above me. Anticipation built with every sensation. The weight of his thick, muscular chest. The thrust of his tongue in my mouth. The slick heat of our skin. The sound of our ragged breathing. The motion of his hips as he rocked between my thighs, his cock sliding against my clit, the friction enough to have me clawing his back.
I nearly wept with relief when he knelt between my legs, rolling on the condom. I held my breath as he eased inside me with a few slow, shallow thrusts, glad he was a gentleman again, at least for a moment. I’d never been with anyone so big, and my body needed time to adjust.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded, clutching his shoulders.
“Breathe,” he told me.
I laughed, inhaling and exhaling a couple times. “You’re just a lot bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with.”
“Good.”
“Also, it’s been a while.”
“For me too.” He groaned, sliding in deeper. “Which is why it’s a challenge right now not to tear you apart.”
“Just give me a minute,” I whispered, running my hands down his back, drawing my knees up. “And then you can be as rough as you want.”
With one final stroke, he buried himself, making me gasp. “You sure about that?”
I squeezed my eyes shut against the deep, painful twinge—had he knocked some internal organ out of the way? “Maybe two minutes,” I said, breathing in and out, relaxing my pelvic muscles, latching on to the lovely hum that was building inside me again as he began to move.
In truth, it was probably only about thirty seconds before I had my hands full of his gloriously firm ass, pulling him in deeper, lifting my hips to meet every thrust, my body begging for more even though my mind wasn’t sure I could take it.
As promised, Zach nearly tore me apart. Despite the slow and gentle start, things escalated quickly—at least I think they did, but I’d lost all sense of time, I’d lost all sense of anything except his body on mine, his driving cock, his furious need to go deeper, harder, faster until his body stiffened and I felt him throbbing inside me, a strangled groan in my ear. I hooked my legs around his thighs and dug my nails into his skin, relishing every last pulse.
When he’d caught his breath, he braced himself above me. “I was too fast.”
“You were perfect. That was amazing.”
“You didn’t come with me.”
“I came twice before you!” I laughed. “You’ve already doubled the number of orgasms I’ve ever had with anyone else, and I don’t even know your last name.”
“It’s Barrett.”
“Mine’s MacAllister.”
“Millie MacAllister.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Cute.”