Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I’m ready for hard. I’m ready for primal. I’m ready for fucking.
Moaning, I feel like a sex-crazed vixen beneath this man as he reads my mind and pumps in and out with a force and speed demanding my full surrender to him.
I try to stifle my cry of pleasure mixed with pain against his chest. It hurts and yet feels good at the same time. I want him to stop, but then I also want him to fuck harder. The conflict of emotions is dizzying, and I’m grateful that he’s the one on top of me doing all the work. My tight cunt squeezes around his dick, resisting his size no matter how much I try to accept.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks in a whisper against my face as he kisses my closed eyelids.
Because I’m afraid he’ll pull out in fear of pushing me too far, I squeeze my knees against his hips, stopping him from doing so.
“Please don’t stop,” I plead, my hips rising up to meet his again, my thighs spreading further apart, welcoming him deeper inside of me.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He pulls his face away just enough that I can see his wicked grin master his face. “Unless you ask me to.”
I thrust my hips hard against his. “Hurt me, Nick. Fuck me so hard I cry out for you to stop. And then when I scream for mercy… fuck me even harder.”
My words are full with an animalistic hunger. Nick brings this beast that’s been hidden inside of me so long to the surface. And following my direction, he plunges deeper inside the tightness of my clenching core, again and again, my entire body blazing as the intensity consumes me.
He takes a handful of my hair and pulls my mouth up to his. Dominating me with the pull, with the thrust of his hips, and with the power he has over my impending orgasm.
“Come for me. I want to hear you, feel you,” he demands with a deep sensual voice.
As if knowing I should never go against one of Nick’s commands, I let the climax take over. The electricity works its way from my pussy all the way to every nerve ending in my body. My moan becomes louder, louder until it becomes a mewl of absolute pleasure released.
With the sound of my cries mastering the room, Nick pumps hard one last time, joining me with his own moans of completion.
After several minutes of heavy breathing, he lightly kisses my lips. “Jesus Christ, that was… Jesus. Fucking. Christ.”
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to feel.
I just lie there in stunned silence. My body seems to be melting into the mattress below me. I almost feel as if I’m falling down a deep hole weighted by Nick. We’re falling further and further into this abyss of… I’m not sure. But right now. We’re falling down the hole together.
The words “I love you” threaten to fall from my lips, but I stifle them knowing there won’t be a declaration of love in return.
Men like Nick Hudson don’t love.
At least not the ordinary love. The normal love where two lovers lie in bed whispering loving words to each other after a good fuck. He himself said he doesn’t do normal. He doesn’t do ordinary. Nick Hudson is not going to love me in return, and I know this.
And I refuse to be that woman. I won’t be the one who falls in love with a man, who will do anything for a man, only to have him not feel the same in return. I won’t let a dick make me weak like so many women do. Women like my mother.
I suddenly tense up and begin to maneuver my body from underneath his. I sit up, grab the sheet to wrap around me and glance over my shoulder to look at Nick who’s watching me closely. The body has been satisfied, but my mind… my mind goes into a dark, lonely place. There’s a reason I don’t have a man in my life… my body may say yes, but my mind screams no. I’ve seen what happens when my mother would fall in love with one man, and then another, and another, and another. Fake love. False love. Impossible love.
“I won’t become my mother. I don’t want to need a man in my life, and yet,” I say with a shaky voice as I bend down to start picking up the clothes that are scattered around. “I seem to be repeating history. No matter how hard I try not to be her, I am. Maybe even worse. Last time I checked, she didn’t run off to Italy to be held in a Tuscan medieval town being hid from ruthless men who all want a piece of her.”