Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66753 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
He repeats all of the above. It's one big overload of sensations. His hand tapping, his fingers exploring, and those little smacks, until suddenly he stops, his hands still, one resting firmly on my backside.
“Bella,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly, aroused. “Now, okay?”
I want him to do it. I want everything right now. “Yes,” I whisper and in case he doubts me I say, “Yes.”
He starts patting me on my sex again, over and over, and I think maybe this is the spanking, and it feels good. It’s driving me crazy. I want him inside me. Can he please just be inside me? “Tyler, can you please—”
The patting stops. His hand is back to its firm resting place. “Three times, Bella. One soft. One harder. One soft. Say it.”
“One soft. One harder. One soft.”
“And then we’ll fuck like rabbits.”
Impossibly, considering what is happening right now, I laugh at the reference to what my father said about my parents.
He squeezes my backside and says, “Count to three, Bella. Now.”
Before I fully process what that means, his hand makes contact, and I grip the edge of the couch. One soft, I think, but now he’s stroking my sex, and my body is so confused and aroused, and another sting comes and this one is harder. I arch my back and pant. One harder, I think, and his fingers are back, stroking my sex.
And then the final palm finds me. It still stings but it’s nothing compared to the one before it. The minute it’s over, he’s caressing away the sting with his hand. I’m still processing it all when he pulls me around and on top of him, and there’s this crazy emotional rush coming over me. He cups my head and folds me into him. “Are you okay?”
“I feel like I might cry and it’s not…” I grip his shoulder. “It’s not pain. It’s not—I don’t know what it is.”
“It’s the adrenaline, baby. It’s a whole-body experience. It’s why people get addicted to it. Like I’m addicted to you.”
I’m addicted to you, too, I think, but I can’t seem to find words, so I tangle my fingers in his hair and press my mouth to his.
He moans. God, I love when this man moans, and then he’s kissing me and it feels different now, we feel different. Like a wall is torn down, and everything is more. More intimate, more wild. More hungry. I’m outside of myself and living in nothing but pure lust for this man. I’m kissing him, tasting him, touching all of him, my hands absorbing sinewy muscles. If I could crawl under his skin, I would. I am lost and found right here with him.
He groans again, and I’m so high on adrenaline and him that I’m already straddling him and I don’t remember doing it. His thick erection is pressed to my belly, and I stroke it long and hard. He grits his teeth. “Now, baby,” he says, stroking my hair from my face. “I feel like I’ve wanted to be inside you since the day I was born at this point.”
He wraps his arm around me and anchors me. I guide his cock to the seam of my sex and press him inside me. To say that he’s hard is an understatement, and I pant as I slide down him, as he stretches me and fills me.
And sigh when he’s finally where we both want him to be.
But instead of fucking like rabbits, we lock gazes and we’re just staring at each other. What passes between us is nothing I have ever known. I feel him everywhere. I know him in ways I have never known another human being.
That’s when emotion roars through me, when the intimacy between us overtakes me. I lean in and press my hand to his face. “I am, you know.”
He covers my hand on his face and says, “You are what, Bella?”
“Your woman.”
He breathes out and says, “That’s what I wanted. That’s what I needed you to say.”
He claims my mouth, and everything between us erupts. Our bodies rock, grind, and move together in every which way. The room fills with the sounds of moans and sighs. We are fucking, and it’s raw and dirty, but it feels like more. For the first time, it feels like we’re making love and I don’t want it to end. But I also just can’t get enough of him. Our urgency grows and he’s pulling me down on him as he lifts into me and it ends me. My body stiffens with that moment right before release and I grab his arms, bury my face in his shoulder, and my body trembles.
Tyler murmurs my name and then lets out a guttural moan, holding onto me with a fierce grip as he shudders beneath me.