Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
His eyes searched my face.
“I never wanted to take anything away from you, and especially not your chance to have everything you deserve in life, but—”
“Please, Jared,” he rasped. “I—”
“Wait,” I soothed him, leaning forward to rest my forehead on his. “I realize that keeping myself from you isn’t only hurting me. It’s hurting you too.”
The light that infused his gaze was really something—happiness and hope intertwined. “So you’re saying,” he husked, “that you’re giving this a real chance. You and me. There’s gonna be a you and me?”
I smiled at him. “That’s what I want.”
He lunged at me, and I was laughing as I went down under him onto my bed. Catching me off-balance, he rolled me easily to my stomach. Then he manhandled me to my knees, and when his hands went to my ass cheeks, spreading them, I couldn’t stifle the moan. When he spit and I felt it drip over my hole, the full-body shiver was instant.
His evil, filthy cackle covered my skin in goose bumps before his tongue licked over my entrance, once, twice, and pressed slowly inside on the third pass. Instinctively, I pushed back, wanting more, and he speared deeper, faster, dragging his tongue over my sensitive skin. I registered the snap of a bottle, and a moment later his slick fingers were sliding over my cock.
“Owen,” I said, not sounding like myself, my voice breathy and halting, full of aching need.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he said raggedly, and his warm breath on my entrance was enough to make me buck into his hand. When his tongue returned, I begged him to simply take what he wanted.
His chuckle told me he had no intention of listening to me.
It was maddening as he did as he pleased, his attention to my ass a slow, relentless onslaught that relaxed my muscles, opening me up for more and deeper.
When he bit my ass cheek, I cried his name at the same time he slid two slick fingers inside me, curving them up and forward, grazing my prostate.
“Owen!” I roared, and was instantly rewarded with another finger, three now, pushing in and out as I shivered beneath him. “Please.”
“Tell me if you want me to get a condom.”
“No,” I barely got out. “We don’t need it.”
“No, we really don’t,” he assured me. “I would never do anything to––”
“I know,” I rasped. “Owen.”
He withdrew his fingers and moved over me, his chest sliding over my back, his mouth at my nape. Simply the promise of him giving me his weight, his hard, leaking cock bumping against the back of my thigh, made me writhe beneath him. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath.
“You want me.” The statement was low and gravelly as the head of his cock notched against my hole, the slight movement pushing him a fraction inside.
“Yes, I fuckin’ want you,” I nearly snarled at him.
His grip on my hip was almost painful as he pushed past the relaxed muscles, stretching me around him as he slowly, but without stopping, buried himself in my body.
I was so full, and the ache sent twinges through me that were offset by his hands stroking over my lower back and shaking thighs.
“I’m gonna come just looking at you,” he moaned, then eased nearly out and shoved back inside, bucking deep.
His name came out in a guttural, mangled cry as I fisted my hands in the sheets.
“You’re beautiful, and you feel so good,” Owen whispered, repeating the motion, retreat and thrust, again and again, hammering inside, hands on my hips, the pistoning endless as I pressed my face to the mattress so I wouldn’t scream.
I was clenching around him, milking his length, needing him deeper, at my core, and when he pulled out, I was lost for a moment, wanting to tell him what I wanted, but then his mouth swallowed every sound.
His kisses were mauling, and I couldn’t breathe as he flipped me to my back and lifted one leg up, my knee draped over his shoulder while I held the other tight, holding myself open for him as he thrust into my body and stared into my eyes. I turned my head, the intensity in his gaze too much to bear.
“Look at me,” he ordered gruffly.
I did. His jaw was clenching, the muscles in his throat cording, his pupils blown, lust and love whipped together in his molten gaze, and watching him, seeing what I looked like reflected back, was overwhelming.
I was his to take and have, and when he moved, taking both my legs, holding my knees in the curve of his elbows, I gave up hiding. I was utterly his.
All my walls came down. I let go of my fears and reached for him.
He bent into my hands, and I drew him down to me, taking his mouth, kissing him deeply, soundly, gasping when he stroked inside, rutting hard. My hands moved to his shoulders, anchoring myself to him, slipping to his biceps as the pounding increased.