Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I add another finger, savoring every second of this. His ass seeks me out, bumping down on my fingers, then I crook them both and he shouts yes.
Owen pushes up, eyes glossy with wild lust. “You want me to tell you what I want?”
“Yes.”
He growls, giving me an order. “You. Now. In me.”
Well, that’s clear.
And insanely hot.
I ease out my fingers, grab the condom, and open it then roll the protection down my shaft.
Owen’s tongue slides along his teeth. “I’m so turned on, River. You get me so fucking turned on,” he groans, gripping his cock, stroking it as I suit up.
My dick is practically demanding to get inside him right now, but I take another few seconds to coat the condom in lube, then I kneel between his legs before I stop.
I lock eyes with Owen. “I told you I was going to put you on all fours,” I say, but I shake my head. “Except, will you forgive me if I fuck you like this instead?”
The color of his smile is a hazy shade of desire. “You’re forgiven. Just get in me.”
“Good. I need to look at you the first time we fuck,” I say, sweeping my gaze past his eyes to his mouth, to his neck, indulging in the gorgeous man beneath me. “I need to look at your face when you come. Want you to see mine too, when you send me over the edge,” I say, grabbing the back of his thigh, lifting his leg up in the air.
He grabs his other thigh, opens himself, and I sigh in appreciation as I rub the head of my cock against him. Slowly, I work the crown into him.
Owen draws a deep breath, and I can tell he’s letting it spread through his body, letting his muscles relax everywhere.
And easing the way for me to sink into my man.
We groan in tandem.
We curse together.
We gasp at the same damn time.
A dirty smile curves his lips as he breathes out hard, right as I bottom out in him. “You feel so good,” he says, pushing up on his elbows.
“You do. God, you really fucking do.” His ass grips me so tight, squeezing my dick perfectly as I fill him.
My body pulses. My skin sizzles.
I dip my face to his. He wraps a hand around the back of my head, drags me to his mouth. Owen is ravenous with his lips. He can’t seem to get enough, and I am only too happy to smother him in kisses.
I ease out a few inches, but right before I plunge back in, he hauls me in for a deeper kiss. With our lips touching, I sink into him once more.
A current crackles between us, and my body buzzes everywhere. I am on the edge of the world as I kiss him and fuck him. I am high as he kisses me back and moves under me.
And together, we find a sensual rhythm. We’re not fast. We’re not wild. We are just . . . connected.
Every move of mine is matched by him. Every sweep of his lips on mine earns one in return. We fuck and we kiss like we know exactly how the other person likes it.
Or, really, like we’re discovering each other’s pleasure at the same damn time. Finding it, meeting it, exceeding it.
I take him in long, slow, passionate strokes, indulging in every single thrust.
Owen trembles under me, shudders running down his body. Every euphoric stroke sends me one step closer to ecstasy, one step nearer to the edge. I want to fly off it with him.
“Want to come with you,” I tell him as I roll my hips, then thrust into him.
Owen curls his palm around his cock, jerking it.
I shake my head. “Let me, please. Let me get you there.”
“Take me there,” he murmurs, letting go. I rise up to my knees, one hand on his thigh, the other on his gorgeous dick, and like that, I fuck him deep.
Passionately.
He’s beautiful beneath me, all carved muscles and openness, all need and hunger. I can see it written in his eyes, etched on his features.
When I drive into him, hitting his prostate, he unleashes a carnal groan.
A wild, needy yes, chased by my name.
It sounds like a desperate plea. For me. I crave it like air. “Say my name again,” I demand.
“River,” Owen groans as I jerk him harder, faster. His hands fly to his hair. Like he did before. Like he must do when he’s close.
“God, I’ve wanted this so much,” Owen moans. “Wanted you so much.”
As I shuttle my fist faster, he’s groaning and babbling, words like so good, and yes, and you, just you, and it’s erotic and insanely romantic at the same time.
And it’s exhilaratingly clear as the intensity of all my emotions barrels into me at once.