Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“Let fucking go, beautiful,” I snarl, pulling out of her core and urging her a few steps away from the wall.
I take her hands, lay them firmly on the tall bedpost, and unclasp my belt.
She’s a treasure. A war prize. A captured Siren.
Everything I’ve dreamed about since I first saw this bed, the only good thing in this house besides her.
Delia gives me a small whimper of surprise when I drag her hands up over her head, getting her at the perfect angle, lashing her to the post with my belt.
“What the actual hell? We’re really doing this?”
She sounds so excited I want to laugh.
Instead, I shove my pants down once she’s bound, grab her waist, and pull her sweet ass against my cock.
“This isn’t about mixing it up with ropes and blindfolds. I just want you around till I’m good and done fucking you. This is us talking,” I tell her, swallowing thickly. “And maybe if we both listen closely, if we both speak loud enough, we’ll walk away with an understanding.”
And she listens good as I part her legs and sink inside her.
Delia’s voice cracks in this sexy, splintered moan that nearly makes me blow.
Thank fuck for all the discipline I’ve built up over the years.
I slide my hands over her, feeling her tits.
I pinch her nipples so hard, loving how she gasps.
It’s the signal I need to swing my hips up, digging deeper, claiming what’s mine.
We go hard, rampant, finding the understanding in rhythmic flesh and breathless strokes.
Until today, I’ve never fucked a woman with such desperation. It’s always been the other way around.
Now, my need is so intense I can feel her heartbeat in the silky flesh wrapped snug around my dick.
It makes me thrust harder, quickening the frenzy, stroking her so deeply from the inside out that I want to break her, smear us both together just like her lurid paints into blinding new colors.
“Chris!” she whimpers my name, tossing her head back, her lips peeled open in rapture.
“Fuck everything about you, Delia Burr,” I whisper, grabbing her softly by the throat and pulling her head back to kiss her deeply. “You’re too good for me to ever quit.”
Then her pussy tightens on my cock.
She’s coming out her soul.
I have to work to keep thrusting through it to avoid going off with her.
For the first time in my life, I wish I had a cock ring.
Her pussy milks me with a need that flays me open. It’s like she’s got a second tongue down there sucking me off, teasing the come from my balls.
I kiss her again, fisting her hair.
Her lips meld against mine mid-climax, stealing a shrill whimper. I taste her lust boiling back on my tongue.
“Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” It’s all I can thunder as I slam into her, fucking straight through her release, feeling like an armed grenade.
She’s practically boneless now.
My thrusts are the only thing still holding her up.
Her knees shake, wanting to buckle and send her crashing down before she hits her second wind.
I don’t let that happen.
I slow my strokes just enough to stay sane and grab her by the waist, pushing my tongue in and out of her mouth.
Even when I’m filling two holes at once it’s not enough.
Her lips are mine.
Her pussy belongs to me.
I meant what I said.
Everything about being wrapped up in this woman feels so goddamned right I just can’t leave her.
When I feel her heartbeat in every kiss, every moan, every movement of her pink velvet over all ten inches of my dick, I am fucking gone.
If I really am a robot, I ran into a fatal bluescreen glitch when Delia tumbled into my life.
All the BUD/S lessons and military psych training in the world can’t undo what she’s done.
She’s found her way inside me.
I feel her under my skin as I deepen my strokes, pulling one hand off her tit to stroke her clit.
It warms her up all over again.
I watch her head fall against the bedpost, fighting for leverage, completely swept away by the pulsing elation.
“You feel it coming, Delia?” I growl, twisting her hair around my fingers, mouthing fire in her ear. “All yours, babe. Every fucking drop. All you’ve got to do is beg.”
I tug on her long dark locks, relishing the messy noise she makes.
The sound.
That little cry of chaos when she’s coming undone.
My thrusts can’t impact her hips fast enough.
She moans again, trying to form words, sticky need oozing out of her.
That’s when I realize how utterly screwed I am.
This fuck was supposed to set us straight.
I was supposed to take full control again, to spell out what this means, but I’m the one going down like a confused titan in a truth I’m afraid to acknowledge.
I can’t fucking leave her.
Then I hear her, shrill and otherworldly. “Chris, please. Come inside me!”