Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
More. Harder. Right there. No, yes, right there, and there, and there.
God, yes. Everywhere.
I gripped harder onto his legs, desperately trying to raise my hips and open myself for his exploring fingers as wet sounds rose up and swirled around my head like a crown.
I felt like a princess over the knee of her king. Tortured and pleasured and willing.
Willing to do anything, everything, just don’t let this moment end.
“Fuck. God damn it …” he growled from above, that dark voice I’d known for so long sending another shiver into my core. “You’re so fucking beautiful. So soft. Wet. Perfect. So fucking perfect.”
Moaning, he stroked his fingers deeper into my moisture, firmly rubbing back and forth, spreading the slick juice of my desire over every inch of my inner folds. I listened as Jesse's breathing turned ragged, his other hand still firmly pressed on top of my reddened bottom.
His fingers paused, and I groaned, hoping he had not come to his senses and figured out what a huge mistake he was making. But that wasn’t it at all. This monster of a man moved his hands to grab me by the waist, spinning me around like a doll and lowering me onto the bed.
My body fell onto the softness in a heap. My arms cocked at right angles, fists still balled from the grip I had on his legs.
I pressed my knees tight, staring into his face, his dark hair framing slits of black eyes, and focused on anything but him. But the primal pounding down in my center was impossible to ignore.
Then, there was a shift. A hardening of his jaw. A sniff. A momentary closing of his eyes.
A shake of his head.
Then, the growl.
Oh, fuck. The growl.
Was he going to hurt me?
“Jesse?” It came out in a squeak as he stood, growing larger by the second, eyes still closed, that low growl turning to the sound of ragged air moving through his throat.
It seemed like an eternity before his eyes flickered open, and his focus returned to the here and now.
“Baby.” He lowered his hands, and in one motion, ripped open the pajama top. The only fabric left between us, sending buttons flying. One hit the ceiling with a ping before coming back down to land on my stomach a few inches above my belly button.
We both smiled, and the giant man I’d loved since I was too young to understand what that meant crawled on top of me, pulling the fabric from my shoulders, leaving me completely naked under him.
The muscles in his arms bulged as he held his weight caged over me, his dark eyes pinning me in place as my heart beat so loudly in my ears I was sure he could hear it too.
“I’ve waited six years to finish this, so I hope you’re ready, little girl.”
The rumble of his voice spun inside my head and knotted in my belly as he took my mouth with his. He kissed me with crushing pain, lips and teeth and a tongue that knew its way but still seemed to be seeking something.
Warm. Full. Moving. God, the man could kiss.
Had he really been waiting for me?
His tongue dove deeper as I tugged at the hard thickness of his neck, wrapping my hands around and pulling. I wanted to feel his weight, to have him over me so I couldn’t breathe unless he let me.
I gripped and dug my nails in, but he pulled back, his face twisted and pained.
He left me, breaking away, shoving his massive weight backward, and this was it.
Again, he’d decided what he started he couldn’t finish.
What was with this guy? I couldn’t take another false start. My heart couldn’t take it.
But just when I thought he was about to charge out the door, he pushed back on bent knees, reaching for each boot, pulling them from his feet with a wince at the pain in his knee, then dropping them with a thud, thud, onto the floor.
I watched in rapt enjoyment as he tore off his t-shirt upward over his head, my eyes feasting on the carved planes and angles of his broad chest, defined abs and smooth skin.
He was larger than life. And for the first time, I let my eyes take in that Wac-a-mole pole that was looking exceedingly uncomfortable trailing a baby’s arm length down the inside leg of his pants.
My body reacted with another warm, wet rush of welcoming lubrication as my insides quivered and clenched.
His huge hands pressed onto the heat of my cheeks, his dark eyes unwavering on my face. Then he moved his gaze lower, over my neck, caressing the lush round flesh of my breasts, squeezing and devouring me with his eyes. But he didn’t pause there. His hands were on my hips, every cell in my lower body on fire as he moved his fingers over the skin of my thighs and spread my legs.