Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126682 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 507(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
She cries out and grabs my biceps when I start to move. It’s been a month and a half, and she had a baby. Mindful of the changes her body went through, I stretch her carefully with one finger until her inner muscles soften, and then I give her two.
“Sav,” she moans.
That little cry for more entices me to work her harder. I’m afraid the moment will vanish into thin air if she or I come to our senses. Before I can change my mind, I lock my free hand around her nape and pull her down for a kiss.
The second our lips touch, I know. I admit what I didn’t want to face yesterday. There’s no backing out of this. Not anymore. No, never. I never stood a chance.
Her pussy grips my fingers tighter. Small flutters ripple through her inner walls. I curl the digits trapped inside her and use my thumb to rub circles over her clit.
“I’m going to—” She throws back her head and makes a pretty, throaty sound.
I let her come on my fingers and finish in my hand. I have no idea how I make it onto my feet. All I register is that I don’t want her to get away. I walk her backward to the bed with my hand in her panties and my fingers buried in her pussy while kissing her with the savage hunger of a man who’s been deprived for too long.
A day without being inside her is too much.
A night not sleeping next to her is torture.
A month is nothing short of hell.
I reverse our positions and sit before pulling her with me. My back hits the mattress. I guide her down onto me with my hand on the back of her head, starting to pump my fingers inside her again. She’s slick and welcoming, her pussy greedily sucking my fingers deeper. I only release her long enough to push that snazzy blazer over her shoulders, trapping her arms behind her back.
One moment, she’s sprawled out on top of me, and next, I’m pinning her on her stomach underneath me and yanking her pants over her hips.
“All right?” I ask, mindful of her C-section wound. “Does it hurt?”
“No,” she whimpers. “Nicole gave me the go-ahead.”
I already know that because I make a point of getting updates from her ob-gyn. All the doctor’s warnings of taking it easy with my wounds, however, fly from my head once I have her almost naked. That peachy ass has always been the death of me. I swing an arm around her waist and lift her to me while driving my cock inside her with the same movement. Bracing my body on one elbow, I sink deep. As far as I can go.
“Breathe, treasure. Relax for me. Let me in.”
Her ribs expand as she fills her lungs with air. When she lets it out, I push deeper. I sink in inch by inch until she’s taken all of me.
“You’re so damn tight, Anya.”
It feels right, like this is where she belongs, even though I know better. This is wrong. There’s only one thing that can make the bitter taste of wrong sweeter. I pull out and slide back in, setting a careful, steady pace until she gets the rhythm and follows my lead.
When she pushes back against my groin and I no longer have to hold her up, I use the blazer like a rope to reel her in and keep her where I want her while pumping into her slick pussy.
“Harder,” she says, panting as she glances over her shoulder at me.
“Anya.” I say her name with a warning. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ll tell you if I can’t take it.”
This woman. She messes with my control. Letting loose, I fuck her so hard I almost break my cock in two.
“Sav!”
Damn it. I somewhat come to my senses. Kissing her neck, I ask, “Am I too rough?”
“No, it feels good.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I flip her around, trapping her arms behind her back. Those pretty tits. Need to see them.
Buttons fly as I rip her blouse in my haste to get it open. I pull down the cups of her lacy bra, and then her gorgeous breasts spill over. I lick a cherry-pink nipple before sucking it gently into my mouth while rolling the other into a hard point between my fingers. I keep my touch light, knowing she’s sensitive.
She moans, arching her back and urging me to take more. “We should be careful with your wounds.”
I release her breast only long enough to say in a gruff voice, “I’m fine,” before continuing my exploration.
When I’ve had my fill of those pretty curves, I kiss my way down her body, pausing on her stomach to admire the scar running over her pelvis. I already love that scar more than a war hero loves his battle stripes.