Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“It feels like your cock goes up to my damn throat.”
He smiled, his eyes lighting up. He was fucking beautiful like that. “Take your shirt off. I want to see your body.”
He eased out a tiny bit, then drove back in, making me gasp. “I suppose you deserve the view.”
“Asshole.”
“I never told you I was going to be nice. I actually think that’s part of what you like about me, isn’t it, Sheriff?”
I hated how easily he saw through me, and yet I also loved it. I loved that he saw the real me, saw what I wanted and needed. He was rough with me but also caring. Ambrose thought he was a monster, but when it came to what mattered, he was one of the kindest people I’d ever met.
I was terrified of how deeply I felt for him. What chance did we really have of keeping this going when both of our instincts were to run from any connection this deep? “Please let me see you.”
Ambrose lifted his shirt, pulled it over his head, and tossed it on the floor.
Then he gripped the backs of my thighs, pressing them tight against my body, giving himself even better leverage to pull back and drive into me so hard my breath whooshed from my lungs. I reached over my head again, pressing my hands hard against the headboard, needing to brace myself. I was sure this was going to be a rough ride.
He gave me hard punishing strokes, one right after another, with no break. I could only imagine the stamina he’d built up. I bet he could keep going like that for ages unless I pushed him enough to make him lose control, to make him come before he was ready. I reached for him, gripping the back of his neck and yanking him down.
He kissed me, then started to pull back, but I held on. “Do you have any idea how good it feels to have you in me like this? I’m so full it hurts, but I don’t fucking care because it’s you, giving yourself to me, desperate to have me. I’m the one man who can make you need this.”
His eyes were wide, and he stared down at me, then he seized my hands, pressed them to the mattress, and really let go, fucking me hard and fast. I wrapped my legs tight around his hips. I wasn’t about to let him go. We were going to ride this out together until we both exploded.
“You’re mine, do you understand that?” Ambrose growled.
I smirked up at him. “Maybe it’s me that owns you.”
“No. I’m calling the shots here. That’s how it has to be.”
“Is it, or do you think you could give yourself to me? Do you think you could let go with me? Let me be the one to tell you it’s time to come.”
“Fuck you, Eric. I can’t—”
“You can. You can let go.”
He shook his head frantically. He was trying to pull back, to pull out of me, to end this intimacy, but he’d asked for this. I clamped my legs tighter around him. He wasn’t getting away.
“I want you to come, Ambrose. I want you to spill yourself inside me. I want to feel the wet heat as it gushes from your cock. I want to be marked by you. I want everyone to know I’m yours and you’re mine.”
Ambrose made a strangled noise and squeezed my hands harder. In that moment, I didn’t care if he broke my fingers. I was going to have this. I was going to push him until he gave in to what he needed.
I worked my hips, grinding against him, close to coming myself just from my cock rubbing against his abdomen. With Ambrose, I might be able to come without him touching me at all, just from him telling me all the filthy things he wanted to do with me.
“Eric. Eric, please.”
“Give in to it. Come for me. Give me every drop.”
Ambrose cried out as he pumped against me, driving in harder than he had before, making me gasp. I was so full, and then I felt the heat of his release. He pumped himself against my ass and gave me everything I wanted. The look on his face shifted from fear and anger to bliss.
When I could tell he was fully drained, I took advantage of his sex-drunk state and flipped him over, putting myself on top. I wrapped my hand around my cock and jerked myself frantically. I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before I was coating his chest with my cum.
He stared up at me, eyes glazed, mouth hanging open.
“Eric, are you… I want you to…”
“God, yes,” I cried out as I let go. Ropes of cum landed on Ambrose’s chest and stomach. He stared down at himself when I was finished.