Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Mine. My unicorn. My future. Just fucking mine.
I've never needed anything the way I need her. The thought of her leaving this bed already fills me with dread. She was meant to be in it, meant to be in my arms, wrapped around my cock. Meant to be mine, dammit.
Never wanted anything more than I want to hear her scream my name as she comes all over my cock. I want to fill her up, mark her as mine inside and out. And I pray to God that when I do it, my seed takes root, tying her to me permanently.
"That's it, baby," I encourage, nipping at her jaw as she clamps her hands on my shoulders, bouncing on my lap. "Take what you need. Ride me hard."
She does, rising and falling on my cock faster and faster, chasing her pleasure as she whimpers my name.
I match her rhythm, thrusting up into her as she grinds down. Our bodies are slick with sweat, moving together frantically as we both climb closer to the edge.
She looks so fucking beautiful, taking every inch of my cock and sobbing for more. I spread her cheeks apart, gripping and squeezing, playing with her tiny little back entrance.
"Drake," she sobs, her movements growing frantic. "I'm going to…I can't…"
"Yes, you can," I croon, nipping at her ear. "Come for me, Madeline. Let me feel you."
I press my finger firmly against her back entrance, slowly breaching that tight little hole with just the tip of my finger.
She shatters with a scream, her cunt clamping down on my cock, strangling it with pleasure so intense I can't fucking breathe.
I come with a roar, spilling myself deep inside her. Wave after wave of intense, mind-numbing pleasure crashes over me as I empty myself in her. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and my heart hammers against my ribs, threatening to burst out of my chest as I hold her down on me, making sure every damn drop is as deep inside her as possible.
As soon as she falls limp against me, I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we both tremble and gasp. She tucks her face into the crook of my neck, her hot breath pelting my skin.
I press my lips to her hair, breathing in her sweet scent.
"Drake?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"This was way better than finding bodies in your basement," she breathes against my ear.
And I fucking smile like a crazy person. I'm in love with her. God help me, but it's fucking true. Somehow, some way, I've fallen head over fucking heels for every wild piece of her.
"I'm not letting you go until you're in love with me," I rasp.
She lifts her head, her cinnamon eyes wide. "What?" she whispers.
I brush my knuckles over her flushed cheek, my heart in my throat. "I'm keeping you right here in this bed until you're in love with me, unicorn."
She stares at me for a long, silent moment. Part of me expects her to freak the fuck out on me. Call it instinct or intuition, but something tells me that love scares the shit out of her. She's alone because she runs from the possibility of it, not because she's hidden herself away like I have.
But Madeline is as unexpected as she is perfect. And as brave as she is gorgeous. She doesn't freak the fuck out.
She swallows audibly, her wide eyes locked on mine. "What…" She licks her lips. "What if I'm bad at it, Drake? What if we're bad at it? We could be, you know."
"You aren't bad at love, unicorn." I cup her cheek, holding her tightly. "You're afraid of it because you've seen it wielded as a weapon. But you were made to love and be loved. I'm going to prove it to you."
She exhales a shaking breath, resting her head against my shoulder. "I think you already are."
"Good." I smile, tipping her over backward with my hand cradling her head. I crawl over her, smirking. "Because Halloween isn't over yet. And I'm not leaving this perfect body until the sun comes up, baby."
"Stay on your side of the bed, Drake Whitlock!" Madeline cries, throwing a pillow at me. "I mean it!"
I chuckle, grabbing her around the waist to haul her across the bed toward me. She squeals, but she doesn't fight to get away. Not even when I pin her beneath me, kissing her senseless.
"I'm on my side of the bed, pretty unicorn," I breathe against her lips.
"My vagina is out of service, Drake. It hung up a Do Not Disturb sign and everything," she whispers, pouting.
"Poor baby. Do I need to kiss it better?"
"Yes. No! I mean, no!"
My body shakes with laughter. Fuck. She's perfect in every way. But she's right. I've already fucked her three times. She needs a break and some sleep. If I'm too greedy, I won't be able to fuck her again tomorrow.