Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 146034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 487(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 487(@300wpm)
The view itself had my balls tightening, and pleasure took to zipping up and down my spine.
“You’re perfect, Savannah. So good.”
Praise spilled from my mouth. My truth. This girl who’d invaded my world and made it feel like something else.
She jarred forward, a moan ripping free as I was seated to the hilt.
“This one’s going to be hard…are you okay with that?”
Her hair dragged across the bed as she nodded. “I’m yours.”
And fuck, this feeling swept through me at the profession, so big and bright, a glow at the center of my chest. I took her by both hips, and I began to fuck her.
Possession in every stroke.
But the truth was it was my little trespasser who possessed me.
The one I’d give it all for.
The one I’d live it out for.
The one who had me on my knees.
She started to rock, her body rolling as she met me thrust for thrust.
I reached out and fisted a hand in her hair, arching her back as the other hand smoothed over her right ass cheek. “Such a good girl, the way you take my cock.”
A groan rolled her throat, and that feeling rode through my being, something so intense and severe.
She was slick and so hot, growing hotter by the second. I ran my thumb along where we were joined and gathered her arousal.
Air heaved from Savannah when I pressed it to that sweet, puckered hole that was throbbing just as fierce as the rest of her. I nudged it in slowly, in time with every drive of my dick.
Savannah swayed, her knees going weak, tiny cries toppling from her mouth as I drove her toward rapture.
I could feel it. The way she tightened and the energy heightened. I pushed my thumb all the way in, and she was rasping, “Ezra, oh, yes, I’m going to…”
I slipped my other arm around so I could rub two fingers over her clit.
Savannah exploded.
The girl a thunderclap. A cry erupted from her mouth as an orgasm tore through her body.
She pulsed and pulsed, the pleasure going on forever.
She was still drenched in the aftershocks of bliss when I suddenly swept her up from the bed and carried her to the couch. I sat and shifted her around to straddle me. Her legs were shaking, fireworks going off in her body, but it was the confusion that traipsed through her expression—aqua eyes wild as she questioned the change in position—that fisted my chest.
I brushed back a messy lock from her cheek. “I need to see your face when I come.”
The confusion turned to vulnerability, to softness, before it wove right into that trust. She rose up on her knees so I could position my cock at her entrance.
“Show me how good you can ride me,” I grunted.
Savannah braced herself on my shoulders, and she sank down hard, ripping the oxygen from both our lungs.
“Fuck,” I grumbled. “You feel so nice. So fuckin’ nice.”
She released a hoarse laugh. “You feel like paradise. Like I’m dreaming.”
“Only thing I want to be is your sanctuary.”
I spread her wide, running my palms up the inside of her thighs until I was lifting her by the bottom. It shifted the position, and Savannah mewled as I guided her, slow and so goddamn deep. I moved to brace her around the waist with one arm, and I pressed my thumb to that needy bud that was begging for my attention all over again.
Savannah took me like she meant it, her tits in my face as she rode me. I sucked her right nipple into my mouth while I touched her. Her hands dove into my hair, and both of us were panting as the sound of our bodies joining filled the room.
“That’s what I want to be, Savannah. Your safe place.”
Savannah went off again, taking me with her, my body rocked with the greatest type of ecstasy I’d ever felt.
She quivered and shook while I poured myself into her, coming and coming and coming.
We stayed there, clinging to each other as bliss flickered and lapped, both of us heaving for the nonexistent air as we came back down.
My arm was still around her waist, and I tipped my face up to hers as I brushed back the wild locks of her hair. “I need you to know I’ve never felt like this.”
I needed her to know it was different.
A thousand different emotions fluttered through her expression.
Hope.
Worry.
Reservations.
Love.
I saw it, and I knew it was the one she feared most.
She plastered herself against me, her arms so tight around my neck. “I feel it, too, Ezra, and I’m afraid it’s a feeling that’s too good to be true.”
FORTY-SIX
EZRA
ONE AND A HALF YEARS AGO
Darkness hung close to the ground, like the night had grown bigger than the sky. His headlights sliced through it like silvered, metallic blades. He was covering the night shift for Samson so he could spend the weekend with his family out of state. Ezra didn’t normally mind. But there was something about this night that had set him off kilter. Made him feel like his shaky foundation was getting ready to finally crack completely.