Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
There were veins on top of veins, and they were like a roadmap for my tongue.
I wanted to lick him, suck him, and make him whimper.
But as I pushed off to do just that, he stilled me by placing one big hand over the small of my back, holding me in place.
“What are you…”
He answered by stepping forward, kicking my legs open even further, and pressing himself against my entrance.
I lost the ability to think.
The only thing I was focused on was his cock and the way he was pushing it inside of me.
I moaned low in my throat when I felt that familiar burn.
“He never made you feel like this, did he?”
I shook my head.
Sal had literally never done anything to please me. He was a shove it in and come kind of guy. I wasn’t even sure what an orgasm was until Baylor came into the picture.
I’d been so flabbergasted our first time that I hadn’t been sure that it’d ever be that good again. However, Baylor never ceased to amaze me. He made sure that each time was better than the last.
I came. Oh, boy did I come.
“No,” I whispered.
I sounded so hoarse that I had to clear my throat and repeat myself. “No.”
He gripped my hips with his hands and continued to push inside. Steady. Completely.
He didn’t stop or pull back until he was buried deep inside.
“I bet he didn’t fill you up like I do, either.”
I shook my head.
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t think. Could only feel.
“I bet he didn’t appreciate you, either.” He started to run his hands up my back, underneath my shirt, and along my spine. “I bet he just fucked you and left you. Never let you feel a goddamn thing.”
I nodded. “He didn’t.”
“You don’t miss him. You don’t even care about him. You never have.”
I gasped when he pulled all the way out, then slowly sank himself back inside.
“Me? I care about you,” he rasped. “I care that you feel like goddam silk against my bare cock. I fucking care that you enjoy waking up to me in your bed every morning.” He hesitated halfway in, halfway out. “When you cry out my name? That’s the best goddamn feeling in the entire world.”
I moaned. “Baylor.”
He growled right back at me.
“That?” he said. “That’s fucking awesome.”
I nodded my head.
It so was.
“One day,” he said, pushing in.
So goddamn slow.
“One day I’m going to fill this belly with my baby,” he promised. “I’m going to love every goddamn second of having it filled. I’m going to worship your body. I’m going to shower you with love. I’m going to make sure it’s the best thing ever, all because I want it. I want you. I can’t fucking wait…but I’m going to enjoy just you and me for a little bit.”
I wanted to cry.
I wanted that, too.
“Baby.”
The conversation stopped after that.
He pulled my hair, causing me to look up at him, and held my eyes.
He slowly fucked me.
So freakin’ slow.
There was no noise. Not anything but the panting of our breaths.
My house was burning to the ground. There were people outside in the living room, speaking low. There were half a dozen cops and volunteer firefighters outside, working to make sure that the fire didn’t spread.
But inside…with Baylor inside of me…we didn’t care about anything.
Just this. Now.
I watched him. Watched the muscles in his jaw flex when he’d hit a good spot inside of me, causing me to tighten around him.
His eyes were blazing with pure love, and I felt so warm…so wanted…that I could hardly catch a breath.
His thrusts were so slow—so deliciously slow—that my orgasm snuck up on me.
I hadn’t realized it was coming until it was already taking me over.
My mouth fell open, and my eyes glazed over.
His breath caught as he felt it take me, and not once did I lose eye contact with him.
He swallowed, and I watched his Adam’s apple twitch, but he kept his eyes on mine.
And when there was nothing else to wring out of me, he planted himself to the root and came, too.
I felt him pulse inside of me. Felt him fill me up to overflowing.
Our breathing was heavy, and the mirror started to fog with my breaths.
I hadn’t realized my face was plastered against it until I could no longer see him.
His hands released me—the one in my hair falling to my hip for a short second before he reached for some toilet paper.
Once he had more than enough, he bunched it up and placed it in my hand as he pulled away.
I immediately moved it to catch our combined release and turned.
My mouth found his for a few short seconds as I showed him what the previous few minutes had meant to me.
“Get cleaned up, baby,” he ordered, reaching for some toilet paper of his own.