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)
"Another finger," I command. "Get this sweet cunt ready for my cock."
She obeys without a word, slipping a second finger inside alongside the first. She's so fucking beautiful like this—cheeks flushed, lips parted, completely lost to the pleasure.
"I imagined it was you," she pants, speeding up her thrusts. "Touching me, filling me, making me yours again."
I can't resist any longer. I balance her carefully as I drop to my knees. As soon as I'm sure she's steady. I bury my face between her thighs, sucking her sensitive clit between my lips as my tongue flicks over the swollen nub.
She cries out, her thighs trembling against my shoulders. "Oh god, Drake! I'm gonna come!" Her movements turn frantic, desperate for release.
I pull back just enough to look into her dazed eyes. "I love you, unicorn," I rasp, unable to stop the truth from spilling from my lips. Now that I've told her, I don't think I'll ever stop saying it. "Now, let go and fucking come all over my tongue."
Her orgasm hits instantly. Back bowing, she shatters with a scream, her juices flooding my mouth. I lap up every drop like a starving man, groaning at the addictive taste of her.
"I love you," I repeat as she floats down from her high. "I'm so fucking in love with you, Madeline."
"Good to know," she whispers, her wide eyes meeting mine. "Because I love you too. And I'd really love if you were inside me right now."
"Fuck," I groan, pulling her down onto my lap.
She immediately reaches for the fly of my pants, eagerly tearing through the zipper in her haste to get to my cock.
My head falls back on a groan when I feel her perfect hand around me, pulling me from the confines of my jeans. Goddamn, that hand is magical.
I growl against her lips as she grinds down on my aching cock, taking me deep inside. My hands fly to her ass, gripping her round cheeks possessively. She feels so fucking perfect wrapped around me, like her body was made just for mine.
"Ride me, baby. Take what you need."
And holy hell, does she ever. Rising up on her knees, she slams back down, impaling herself on my cock. Over and over, she rocks and bounces, finding a hard, fast rhythm that has us both panting and moaning.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rocks on top of me, her head thrown back in ecstasy. I'm mesmerized by the way her tits bounce beneath her shirt with every thrust, captivated by the flush spreading across her creamy skin.
She's a fucking masterpiece, and she's all mine. This gorgeous, sweet, sassy, smart-mouthed unicorn chose me. Trusts me. Loves me.
It's everything.
"Drake," she whimpers, rocking faster. "I'm so close. I'm gonna…"
I feel her trembling, her pussy fluttering around my cock. She's right on the edge, desperate to go over. Sliding my hand between our bodies, I grind my thumb against her swollen clit, giving her exactly what she needs to send her flying.
"Come on my cock, Madeline," I command. "Let me feel you."
Her mouth falls open on a silent scream as she shatters, her sticky juices flooding over my cock. Her silky walls clamp down, milking me for all I'm worth.
With a roar, I let go, erupting deep inside her clenching heat. My vision goes black from the intensity, fireworks exploding behind my eyes. I've never come so fucking hard in my entire life. This woman is going to be the death of me, and I'm not even mad about it. I'll die happy as hell.
She collapses against my chest, nuzzling into my neck with a contented sigh.
I wrap my arms around her, cradling her close as I press soft kisses into her hair. I'm addicted to the way she feels in my arms, all soft curves and smooth skin. I never want to let her go.
"I can't believe you actually love me," she murmurs after a moment, tracing the lines of my tattoos with her fingertip. "Are you sure I'm not dreaming?"
I buck my hips, earning a moan from her. "Does that feel like a dream, unicorn?"
She lifts her head, meeting my gaze. "I don't know. Better do it again. For science."
"For science, huh?" I flip us over, pinning her beneath me with a grin. "I think you mean for this greedy little unicorn."
"Yeah," she moans, wrapping her legs around my hips. "For that."
I chuckle, pressing my lips to hers.
"We don't have to do this," she says two hours later as I help her down from the truck outside of Midnight Oil, a cafe sandwiched between the bookshop and a bar downtown.
I glance down at her, my brows furrowed. "You think I don't want to go?"
She shrugs, staring up at me. "You don't like people, Drake. You don't have to do this for me."