Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“You okay?” Ranger says, his body stilling inside me.
“I just need a minute,” I say, gazing up at him.
“Just breathe. You’re doing so fucking good handling my thick cock,” he tells me, and his dirty talk does something to me. Makes my body more responsive.
I thrust up, just a little, and he cracks a smirk.
“You like being talked dirty to, don’t you?”
I bite my bottom lip. “Yeah,” I whisper.
He pushes a bit deeper inside me as his grip on my hip tightens. “Tory, you’re so fucking tight. Too tight. Might not fit.” He pushes a bit deeper, and is met with resistance. His eyes meet mine. “This may sting a little,” he says, and then he punches his hips forward, taking my virginity along with him.
“Ah,” I moan out again, and his body stills once more.
“You’re doing so good, baby. So fucking good.” He begins moving on top of me, his hips rocking into me as his dick digs deeper.
I spread my legs and wrap them around his back, locking my ankles. “Something’s happening,” I say, my body meeting each of his thrusts. “I’m starting to feel like I could come again.” That’s impossible, right?
I’ve always heard women talk about how having double orgasms, or orgasms so close to one another is a rarity, but here I am…about to come. My body builds and builds as Ranger increases his speed.
“You feel so good, Tory. Fuck, your pussy is so goddamn tight.” He keeps his lips close as his hands dig into my flesh, marking me as he keeps pushing his dick in and out, over and over again.
I hold onto him, not wanting to let him go. It’s too good, and I squeeze my eyes shut as he moves one hand between our body and comes into contact with my clit. “So good,” I moan, my body so close to reaching its climax. “Don’t stop.”
“Won’t stop. Couldn’t even if I tried,” he growls out, his body pumping into me a bit harder now. He repositions our bodies slightly so he can dig in deeper, and the feeling nearly causes my orgasm to slam into me.
“Ah, Ranger. I’m so close.”
He’s busy with his hands, one thumb pushing against my clit as his other hand keeps my body in position. He grips my ass, hard, and my body finally topples over the cliff.
“I’m coming,” I shout out, and I dig my nails into his back.
“I’m about to lose control,” he grunts out. “Fuck. I can’t hold back, Tory, please.”
“Do it,” I tell him, and his eyes meet mine as he rams into me harder and harder. I just hold on as tight as I can as he loses control on top of me.
It’s a turn on that I’ve brought this man to losing control. Seriously, everything about this moment is something I’ll never forget.
Another minute, and he’s slamming into me, cursing out my name as he tells me he’s coming. At the last second, he pulls out, shooting his ribbons of white cum all over my torso. It’s hot, and completely him, and I love every second of it.
After he’s done, he gazes down at me. “You look good with my seed all over you.”
I swipe my finger through it, and bring the finger to my mouth. I suck, and Ranger’s eyes roll into the back of his head as his dick throbs in his hand.
“You keep doing shit like that and I’m going to have to fuck you all over again.”
I smile, sucking my finger deeper into my mouth. “Promise?”
The smell of something sweet and buttery pulls me out of sleep, lingering in the air like an invitation. I blink my eyes open slowly, the morning light filtering through the sheer curtains in soft, golden beams. For a moment, I don’t know where I am, the sheets warm and unfamiliar around me, but then it all comes rushing back.
Ranger.
Last night.
A blush rises to my cheeks as I stretch lazily, muscles I didn’t know existed reminding me of the way he held me, the way he kissed me. I feel warm just thinking about it, a giddy flutter swirling in my chest. I shift onto my side, a sleepy smile pulling at my lips as I listen to the faint clinking of pans and the soft hum of the ocean outside.
He’s in the kitchen. Making breakfast.
The man who held me like I was something precious last night is now flipping pancakes. I can’t help but smile at the thought as I slip out of bed, pulling on a pair of sleep shorts and an old oversized T-shirt before padding barefoot across the cool hardwood floor.
When I reach the kitchen, I pause in the doorway, leaning against the frame as I take in the scene before me. Ranger stands at the stove, his back to me, spatula in hand as he flips a perfect pancake onto a growing stack on a plate. He’s wearing a plain black T-shirt that hugs his broad shoulders and sweats that hang low on his hips. He looks relaxed—more relaxed than I think I’ve ever seen him.