Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Finally, he does.
He lowers his mouth between my thighs and from the first stroke, his tongue has me gasping, my spine arching off the bed as pleasure shoots through me. He takes his time, alternating between slow, deep swirls around my clit and faster undulations of his tongue that make my head spin. The man has a gift, no doubt about it, and when he slides two fingers inside me just as I’m about to shatter, I go off like a Roman candle. My release crashes over me in waves so intense I can’t think, can’t breathe.
I can only pulse and gasp and feel.
He hums in approval against my sex, the sound vibrating through my core as I slowly drift down from somewhere in the stratosphere. “Fuck, woman. I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” I pant, nodding my head loosely. “Yes, please.”
He shoves his pants and boxer briefs down his thighs, freeing his engorged length, but doesn’t pause to dispose of them completely before surging over me. Apparently, he can’t wait those few extra seconds, and thank God for that, because neither can I.
His name is a plea on my lips as he shoves home, groaning in a relief that echoes across my skin as he buries himself to the hilt.
“So damned wet,” he grits out, his forehead pressing against mine as he holds still inside me, the feel of him stretching me wide making my inner walls begin to pulse again. “I love making you come.”
I clutch at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. “Yes, again. Do it again.”
“Greedy, little girl,” he murmurs as he pushes impossibly deeper, grinding into my clit.
I cling to his ass, shifting just the slightest bit beneath him until the angle is perfect. In a matter of seconds, I’m panting again, tension clawing at my forehead as I chase the second wave, the one I can feel is just around the corner.
“Don’t come yet,” he warns, even as he rocks his hips faster, giving me exactly what I need. “Wait for me. Wait until I’m ready to fill you up.”
The reminder that he isn’t going to pull out, that he’s going to come inside me without protection is nearly enough to finish the job, but I bite my lip and fight to push back the wave. I may be a brat sometimes, but deep down I’m desperate to please him, to show him what a good girl I can be, to wait as long as I possibly can before I lose the battle against the blaze he’s stoking to life.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs as he begins to pump faster. “Wait for me. Wait.”
I whimper as his rhythm speeds—until he’s taking me with a barely-controlled violence that brings me closer to the edge with every sharp, electric thrust.
His hand tangles with one of mine, our fingers threading together before he pins my arm over my head, pressing down hard as he pistons inside me. “That’s it. Good girl, so fucking good. You can come now. Come for me, Elaina. Come all over my cock.”
My eyes fly open, locking on his as my second orgasm rolls through me like a dark wave, threatening to snuff me out just as Hunter comes inside me with a groan. I have to fight to keep my eyes open, to keep them from rolling back in my head as the pleasure sucks me under.
I don’t want to get swept away completely.
I want to stay right here, fully present as Hunter stares straight into my soul as he comes, pumping me full until he finally sags onto his forearms.
For a long moment, we don’t move, our bodies still locked together, our breath mingling in the quiet.
Finally, he rolls us over, holding me steady against his chest as we move, ensuring he stays buried inside me.
“I think I’m supposed to stay on my back for a while after,” I say, my breath still ragged as I melt into his strength. “If we want to have the best chance of things…sticking.”
“I’m not worried.” Hunter presses a kiss to my temple, his voice a whisper against my skin as he adds, “I have a feeling my sperm is the sticking kind, no matter what the position.”
My lips curve. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” He reaches around, giving my ass another firm squeeze. “And there’s no need to rush. We’re just getting started.”
He lifts his hips, making my breath catch as a fresh wave of arousal flutters through me. I prop up on my arms, meeting his hooded gaze with one of my own. “What have you done to me? I still want more…”
His eyes dance with smug satisfaction. “Been too long since you had a proper fuck?”
“Yeah,” I say, before confessing with a shrug I hope looks casual, “since you, actually. I haven’t been with anyone since our weekend last fall.”