Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59947 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Oh thank fuck,” he heaves out on a laugh. Roughly he kisses me, then reaches up to grab the headboard, shoving forward until I’m almost folded in half with my knees pressed into my shoulders, his thrusts as hard and erratic as his words. “Like it was made for me. So goddam tight. This sweet cunt. So perfect. Abbie. I—”
His mouth crushes mine, but he only groans against my lips, not kissing. His thick shaft spasms within me, and I can’t help but squeeze my inner muscles to intensify the sensation. Aside from my own orgasm, this is my very favorite part of sex. That moment when he loses all control. Of knowing that it’s all for me—and Reed is giving more and longer than any before. He pushes against me again, as if trying to get deeper as he comes.
“Just like that, Knowles.” My voice is a purr. “I’m such a bad girl, being so mean to you, calling you my enemy. But now you’ve fucked me and filled up my pussy with all your hot cum.” Another twitch of his heavy flesh inside me. I rock beneath him, my inner walls clutching him tight. “And you made me love it, Reed. You made me love the way you fucked me and now I love the feel of your big cock coming so, so deep inside me.”
His hips jerk again. Then with a final agonized grunt, his rigid body seems to collapse over me—though he’s still gripping the headboard and doesn’t crush my body beneath his. With a satisfied smile, I wrap my legs around his waist. Not letting him go yet. Even softening, he feels so good inside me, and I love that heavy full feeling.
“Fuck.” Between heaving breaths, he kisses me and says again, “Fuck. You’re amazing.”
“You’re all right, too.” I pat his sweaty chest. “You did a good job.”
He laughs then hangs his head. “I’d love to stay inside you like this, but I need toss the rubber.”
“Then we’ll meet back here, because a UTI while we’re snowbound is not my idea of a good time.”
He gives a grunt of agreement and carefully withdraws. I hie off to the bathroom, pee and clean up. By the time I’m back out, he’s got the lantern off, his pajama pants on, and the covers smoothed out again. The bed’s missing a grumpy orange cat.
“Hot Biscuit Slim?”
“Probably hiding underneath,” Reed says. “I felt him take off when things started shaking.”
“What a ‘fraidy cat. Any breaks in the condom?” As hot as it is to think of his cum filling me up, I’m not quite ready for the reality of it.
I’m not quite ready to consider a lot of what happened inside me tonight.
“All good. Unless the latex broke down at a microscopic level and we’re both diseased.”
“You really are good at coming up with horrifying scenarios,” I say. Reed only grins while he absently scratches his hairy chest, and I know I’ll keep talking myself into this without any effort at all. “I guess we’ll continue taking that risk, though. Eleven more times. We’ll say that we’re testing post-expiration condom integrity.”
He turns down the covers and climbs in after me. “So we’re fucking in the name of science?”
“Of course. And we can send the results to my mom later. ‘Hey, here’s my science fair project from when I was out at Harris’s cabin. Aren’t you proud of me?’”
First we’re laughing, then kissing, then I’m sighing happily while he pulls me back to spoon with him again. I close my eyes—and remember the most important thing about yesterday becoming tomorrow.
“Reed?”
“Hmm?”
“Merry Christmas.”
He holds me tighter. “Merry Christmas, Abbie girl.”
Reed
Reed
What the hell has this woman done to me?
I watch Abbie sleeping, her expression soft, her cheek snuggled into her pillow—and she’s lying on her belly about a foot away. She went to sleep in my arms but she’s not there now. Maybe she got too hot, maybe she rolled away for some other reason. But I can count on zero fingers the number of times I’ve waited for a woman to begin stirring so that I can pull her close again.
Pull her close for another round, sure. But we did that about an hour ago. I woke in the dark, found Abbie on her stomach, got up behind her and hauled her onto her knees. It’s usually my favorite position to fuck, not just for the depth but also the view—yet with Abbie, rutting wasn’t enough. I had to turn her around so I could watch her bliss out, so I could kiss her as I came.
Then I tucked her up against my chest and we fell asleep.
Now she’s slipped out of my hold again. The distance does twisty, messy things inside my chest that I know damn well isn’t really about the twelve-inch gap between us. It hasn’t been since the first time I held her.