Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 154925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154925 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
She couldn’t wait for that either.
She liked a pretty big bite of pain, and Kyle had a streak of sadism that she thought would work nicely on her.
But all those thoughts of funishment and happy aches flew away the minute he started to eat her pussy like a starving man. Pure sensation swamped her system, and she was utterly incapable of coming up with a single reason why they shouldn’t do this.
He was right. The past didn’t matter. It was only the future they needed to concern themselves with, and the future involved so much of this.
Waiting for Kyle Hawthorne had been the best decision she’d ever made.
His tongue worked her over, laving her clitoris with affection as his big fingers eased inside her pussy.
He stroked inside her, his tongue working her clit. She’d known it would be like this—incendiary and yet sweet. Like this was always supposed to happen.
Like they were meant to be.
Pleasure rose quick and wild and she came against his tongue as he held her hips, keeping her still so she could ride out the sensation.
She opened her eyes as she felt him slide off the bed, watched as he slid his jeans off after kicking his shoes to the side.
Damn that man was fine. She wasn’t sure she was in his league when it came to Greek statue worthy bodies, but she didn’t care. There was no room for insecurity here, only awe that she got to watch him, to know that body and soul of his somehow meshed with hers, and no one could keep them apart.
“Say it again.” He climbed back on the bed, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
Her brain wasn’t completely working because the sight of that man naked struck her hard. “Say what?”
His lips had curved up in that arrogant, oh-so-sexy smirk that would bug the hell out of her if he was actually an arrogant jerk. “You love me.”
He wasn’t. There was such a kind soul under all his pain. He loved his family, helped his friends, was patient with her. He’d opened himself up to the things she loved and asked very little of her in return. It was pretty much the easiest truth she’d ever said aloud. “I love you, Kyle.”
He climbed between her legs, and she watched as he rolled a condom over his cock. That cock was a thing of beauty, too. She started to reach out but he shook his head.
“No, baby. I’ll come in your hand, and I want to make this last as long as I can. Though you should know it’s still going to be too fast. I haven’t… Let’s just say it’s been over a year, and I think about you all the time. I haven’t thought of anyone else since the minute we met.”
She’d dated quite a bit in those first few months. “Kyle, you know I…”
“I don’t care. I meant what I said. Whatever you did before doesn’t matter. We made our deal, and I know neither of us has seen anyone since.”
“No. I didn’t want anyone else. I don’t think I ever will.”
“Oh, I intend to make sure you won’t ever again. This is it for me, MaeBe Vaughn. You’re my endgame. Always.” He lowered himself on top of her, meshing their mouths together.
He kissed like a god, drugging her with the sensation of his tongue sliding along hers, his chest pressed tight. Soft skin covered all those muscles, and she couldn’t stop touching him. She let her hands drift as they kissed, knowing when he got her in a club she would likely be tied up and held down in some way. She would love that, but she liked being able to touch him this first time.
She felt his cock tease at her pussy, rubbing over her clit and sending sparks of pleasure through her veins.
His forehead rested on hers as he started to move his hips. “You’re going to feel so good. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this?”
“As long as I have.” She stroked back his hair. It had gotten longer over the months of their friendship, the hard military man softening over time.
“Longer. I was into you way before you were into me.”
He was good at rewriting history. “It was a couple of weeks.”
“Years,” he whispered against her mouth. “Decades. But I’m not wasting another minute.”
She gasped as he started to work his cock inside her. She adjusted, wrapping her legs around his waist and giving him all the access he could need. He pressed in, stretching her in the most delicious way.
She held on as he started to thrust inside, dragging that big cock out before filling her up again. She matched his rhythm, finding a perfect tempo.
He held her so tight as the second orgasm burst across her, even stronger than the first. She clutched him, letting her nails dig slightly into the skin of his back, loving the way he stiffened above her as he thrust in hard before he fell on her.