Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
He groaned, and before I knew what was happening, my pants were torn clean off of me, the denim tearing away like fragile paper. I gasped when I was left in nothing but my panties and had to shift on the couch slightly so he could pull the remnants away and toss them to the side.
And when he lifted his hips, I closed my eyes as my pussy pressed aggressively against his hot, thick, and hard bare cock. He cupped the side of my face and kissed me passionately for long minutes. The need to feel more of him, all of him, was so strong I had to break the kiss and gasp for air.
“I want so much with you.” Tucker started kissing my neck, and I tilted my head to the side, relishing the feel of his lips and tongue sliding along my flesh, of the erotic prick of his sharp canines. “My need for you is this entity inside me, fighting my wolf and human side for supremacy. It’s winning, baby. God, it’s dominating every sane thought I have in my head, taking all my self-control, and extinguishing it.”
He licked a path over the shell of my ear, and I couldn't stop the moan that left me, or the shiver that moved through my body.
“You like that, don’t you?” He didn’t phrase it like a question as he ran his tongue over the shell again, rumbling in pleasure.
“Tucker… I… I need—”
“More, don’t you? You need more from me.”
I dug my nails into his flesh and nodded, not trusting my voice.
“I want inside you so badly I’m about to come already.” He sucked on my earlobe, and I cried out as my entire body spasmed for that erotic feeling.
A warm wave washed through me, and I found myself lifting my hips and trying to grind myself against something—anything.
I felt Tucker run his palms over my ass, the small strip of cloth that covered my pussy and those mounds not enough to hinder the feeling of his hands on me.
A sharp gasp left me at the sudden tilt of the world around me when Tucker turned me over, so I was now lying on the couch, my legs spread and hanging over the cushions, my pussy on clear display. I felt my eyes widen as I watched him tear at his clothing until he was gloriously naked and standing before me.
I didn’t even hide the fact that I looked over every inch of him from his wide shoulders to his broad, defined chest. Along his biceps that were stacked with slabs of muscles, along his abdomen that was layered with rolling hills of power. Then there was the V of muscle that led to the trimmed dark hair that framed a cock I was sure was the biggest in history. Hell, the girth was easily as wide as my wrist, and the length would no doubt reach past his navel.
He fell to his knees between my splayed thighs, his masculine hips narrow, yet his body so massive that I had to spread my legs even more to accommodate him.
“The shirt,” he gritted out, and I lifted up slightly to work the material over my head, but in the next second, he gripped the edges, tore the fabric, and tossed it aside. He did the same with my panties, ripping them off as if they were a nuisance easily discarded.
And then I lay there in just my bra, my chest rising and falling harshly as he stared down at the offending material. In the next second, Tucker leaned in, gripped the thin piece of fabric that kept the cups together between my breasts, and bit it off, his fangs brushing against my flesh.
With his mouth on mine, his hand around my neck, I felt him start a dirty but oh so good rhythm against me. His hips started moving, pressing into my body, mimicking sex without the penetration.
“I can smell how much you want me. I can feel your pussy soaking my dick, your cunt scorching hot and driving me to the point I’m going insane, baby.” His voice was nothing but a distorted growl. He speared one of his hands into my hair while the other made slow work of moving down my body. The heavy weight of his hand rested on my lower belly, and my pussy tightened at the possessive feel of that palm on me. When his hand started moving lower, I forced myself to keep my eyes open to watch what he planned on doing.
“You’re shaking, Mia. Are you afraid?”
I shook my head, my eyes wide.
“Are you ready for me?”
I nodded, still unable to speak.
“Then why are you shaking, baby?” The deep, husky timbre of his voice shot straight to my clit, and I bit my lip.