Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
He looked positively animalistic as he stalked forward.
Fin stopped just a few steps from me, and I watched his nostrils flare as he inhaled deeply, as if he were taking in my scent. Another deep sound left him, and I swallowed, feeling on edge, exposed… unsure of what was happening.
It was like electricity moved around us, in us. I felt the power come from him, the purely male aroma of a man looking at a woman he wanted.
And I was that woman.
“You went after him,” I whispered, not even phrasing it as a question, because we both knew the truth. We both knew the answer. He didn’t respond, just took another step toward me. But I held my ground, refused to back away even more. I didn’t want to. I wanted to be as close to Fin as humanly possible. I’d already told myself tonight was the night to tell him how I felt.
And so I craned my head back to look into his face, stared into his turbulent eyes, and I felt myself falling deeper… felt the attraction become more intense.
No. It was more than just needing him in a primal way. It was more than just sexual desire.
I didn’t know what it was. But I knew it controlled me.
I knew it shaped me.
I knew it freed me.
So I just said it, laid it out, bared myself to him heart and soul. And damn the consequences.
“I want you, Fin.”
12
Fin
In the next breath, I had her in my arms, no thoughts about consequences or repercussions. I thought I might’ve hurt her inadvertently, but when she rose up on her toes and pressed her chest more firmly against mine, her belly now digging into my cock, I tilted her head with my hand and knew my girl was into this just as much as I was.
I just wanted to hold her, to finally touch her.
With my hand now tangled in her hair, tilting her head back impossibly farther, I leaned down and slammed my mouth against hers. The surprised sound that left her fueled me on, and I pushed my tongue between the seam of her lips, delving inside, tasting her, feeling her surrender like ink spilling from a jar.
It ignited me, inflamed me.
She wanted me? She had every piece of me.
I kissed her with passion, brutality. I fucked her mouth with my lips and tongue. I made her take every ounce of me, and still, I gave her more.
I moved my hands over her shoulders, along her back, over the feminine, slender dip of her waist and to the flare of her hips. I dug my fingers in for only a second before I moved my palms along to the perfect mounds of her ass. And then I squeezed hard enough that she let out a little sound.
I grunted at the feel of her body against mine, at how feminine she was against my masculinity. My dick was this raging lead pipe barely restrained and confined behind my slacks.
The fucker dug against the material, pressed against my zipper. I knew she felt it, knew that the little mewling noises that came from her as I ground my cock into her belly were from pleasure.
She wanted me inside her. I knew it. Felt it.
She wanted more, was desperate for it. I could smell it coming from her, a sweet arousal that thickened the air, coated me and had me even more fucking turned on.
With my hands still on her ass, my fingers curved around the perfect mounds, I lifted her easily. She moaned and wrapped her legs around my waist, her pussy now in direct contact with my bulge. I mouth-fucked her for long moments, unable to stop myself, unable to tame the passion that I had for her.
“Tell me again that you want me, baby.” The words were muffled against her lips.
She moaned and nodded before saying, “I want you so badly.”
I wanted to hear her tell me that she needed me over and over again. Because I sure as fuck needed her.
I held her in my arms, her body tiny, her weight slight. I took the stairs two at a time, needing to get her in my room, on my bed. I was desperate for her, hungry… fucking starving.
Once at the top of the steps, I quickly strode to my room, never once breaking the kiss. I was so damn worked up I couldn’t even think straight. My lone thought was getting her naked and getting my cock deep in her pussy. I needed to make her come, wanting to know I was the one giving her that pleasure.
I bet her pussy would be so wet that once I finally slid into her tight heat, there’d be absolutely no resistance as I thrust in and out, as I filled every part of her with my thick, big dick.