Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
She blinks and bites her lip. “I’ve only ever done this with my ex. If I’m not good at it—”
“You are.” She’s the enemy…but she looks so worried that she’s going to ruin the sex between us, it fucking hurts me. I’m pissed on her behalf. Not only did the asshole she lived with deprive her of pleasure, he cheated and made her feel bad about herself. I’m no saint, but I’ll never do that.
“You don’t know me,” she argues.
“Baby girl, you’re a goddess, and I’m going to make you feel so good. All you have to do is let me.”
“You really think so?”
Smart or not, I give her a reassuring smile. “I know so.”
“Then hurry.” For the first time, she smiles. The expression transforms her from gorgeous to so beautiful, my fucking heart stops.
Shit. Isabella is supposed to fall to her knees and eat out of my hand, not the other way around. I need to literally get in and get out. Fuck her until she’s loopy and happy and disinclined to ask questions. I can’t get sidetracked by her sweetness or her curves.
“You want me to rush?”
“No.” The way she looks at me, like I’m the answer to all her prayers, threatens to blunt my need for vengeance. “You’ve been so good for my bruised heart. I can’t wait for the rest of you to fill me up and make me feel even better.”
“Then hold on.”
With a grip of her hips and a reminder to keep my head screwed on straight, I push forward, submerging my crest inside her. She’s silken soft and snug as hell. In fact, she’s clamped so tight, I can’t press in any farther. Presumably her ex took her V-card. Did he have a dick at all?
Beneath me, she gasps and tightens. Cursing, I tell myself to dial back the aggression.
When I do, she shakes her head and lifts her hips to me. “Please…”
“Relax, baby girl. Let out a breath.”
She blinks up at me. Her uncertain stare rips at my heart. But she sends me a shaky nod and releases a shuddering breath, loosening beneath me.
I ease free and run my cock along her slit, coating every hard inch in her wetness, before I thrust inside her once more. Then I do it again. And again, each time working more inside her tight cunt.
After sweating and straining and a blinding surge of need, I’m finally buried inside Douglas Shay’s little princess, all the way to the hilt.
She wriggles—a silent demand for more. Being one step closer to achieving my revenge is going to make fucking her even sweeter, and I can’t wait to unload inside her. But Isabella has to come first—always. That’s nonnegotiable.
Time to reduce her to a trembling, screaming mess.
I bury my face in her neck, rub her hard clit with my thumb, and ease into her tight depths again. A groan tears from her throat. Sensation jets through my veins and rattles my spine.
Fucking her is like fucking heaven.
“Take my cock,” I pant against her skin. “Every fucking inch is for you.”
“Please.” She writhes, throwing her arms around my neck and filtering her fingers through my hair.
“I love hearing you beg.”
“More,” she whines. “Whatever you’re doing to me, do more.”
“I’ll never stop,” I blurt as I push in with a molasses stroke.
She whimpers as I slowly retreat, then inhales sharply as I shove inside her again. She clings as she wraps her thighs around me, undulating to match my rhythm as I fuck her with one unhurried, bed-jarring stroke after another.
Jesus, I could lose myself inside her addicting, sugary-sweet depths. What is it about her?
I have a healthy sex life. Active, even. Of course Isabella is pretty, but I’ve fucked lots of gorgeous women since my divorce. Somehow, she’s different. I barely know her, but I’m determined to make her forget Eric Meadows and any other man who’s ever crossed her mind.
I slant my lips over hers again, simultaneously filling her with my tongue and my cock. She bucks, enveloping every inch of me. My eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head. Shit, I’ve been inside this woman for less than two minutes and she’s scalding my blood. I’m already hanging by a thread.
Staring into her blue eyes, I fuck her again in protracted strokes, submerging deeper with every thrust and losing myself in her broken pleas. I can’t stop. Our connection feels more than physical, and it’s fucking wild. I feel her wonder, her desperation, her excitement…
I ramp up my thrusts.
Sweat films my back and beads at my temples. I tighten my grip on her hips and yank her closer, teeth bared, angling to stroke her G-spot with each thrust.
Her cries get louder. Her head falls back. Her breaths quicken. Every move she makes is sensual. Her every reaction feels perfect. I shove into her. My headboard bangs against the wall. But she softens to envelop every inch I give her.