Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I gasp as his enormous cock pushes past my entrance.
“You’re so sweet and tight. So wet and hot and perfect for me. I can’t control myself around you—you’re so beautiful and perfect, the way you look up at me with those big, round eyes.” He pounds into me, increasing his pace with each word. “You're mine. You’ve always been mine.”
His hand slips between us, his thumb rubbing against my clit in torturous waves. My orgasm builds, my heart cracks, tears streaming down my face. I love him. In just a few weeks, he’s made me fall in love with him.
“Sweet baby, so beautiful wrapped around my cock, taking all of me like a good girl, my finger filling your pretty little asshole. I want to claim every inch of you, sweet girl. Are you ready for me to own you forever?”
I bite down on my lip, hesitant to answer. “Yes, King, please.”
His fingers quicken their pace against my clit as my orgasm rushes closer and closer, his cock stiffening even more as he hits a deep spot inside me.
“Tell me how much this pussy likes being wrapped around my cock,” he growls. I feel his words reverberating through my body like an electric shock, a wave of pleasure rushing over me. I surrender to him completely, trembling and convulsing in his arms as he brings me to yet another climax.
"Yes, oh my God, yes, I love the way your cock feels inside of me," I moan uncontrollably.
"More," he commands, teasing my hard nipples with his thumbs, "tell me how much you crave it, how desperate this pussy is for me."
"Mm." A slow burn begins to build within me once again. With King, multiple orgasms seem almost effortless.
"Say it," he urges, twisting one of my nipples and sending a surge of both pain and pleasure through me.
"I love when you fuck me hard and fast and so deep," I whisper obediently.
His lips trail across my face as he continues to thrust into me, leaving a trail of kisses and sucking at my skin. He whispers hotly in my ear, "You belong to me now, baby."
He captures my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls me into a passionate kiss that sets off fireworks throughout my entire body. I arch against him, grinding myself against his solid frame until yet another orgasm builds within me.
“I'm going to lose my mind with you,” he growls in my ear, his hands sliding between us. I feel the pressure building as he strokes his cock, until he explodes in streams of creamy white come on my stomach.
Gasping for air, I watch him with fascination as he revels in his own pleasure. His hand moves through the mess on my belly and swirls it around with his fingers and up to my nipples.
“This is your bed now. You won't be sleeping anywhere else from this day forward,” he declares.
A slow smile spreads across my lips as he peppers me with hot kisses.
“Now, make me happy and play with that soft pink pussy of yours–I want to watch.”
"King–"
He lands a soft slap on my clit, his voice thick with lust as he says, "Don’t disappoint me now, baby."
"King," I whimper, and in response he pulls me on top of him. Every hard inch of his body pressed against mine. "I'm still coming down from the orgasm you just gave me. I’m gonna need help walking in the morning,” I giggle.
"Good." A low growl falls off his lips."And we're just getting started."
Chapter Twelve
King
The drive to Devil’s Peak is quiet, but it’s not the kind of silence that weighs heavy. Indie sits beside me, her hand resting lightly on my thigh, her touch grounding me in a way I never thought I’d need. The crisp mountain air blows through the open windows of the truck, carrying the scent of pine and snow. I glance over at her, and she’s staring out the window, her lips curved in a small smile.
“What’s that look for?” I ask, keeping my tone light.
She turns to me, her hazel eyes sparkling. “Just thinking about how peaceful this is. You and me, the mountains… it feels right.”
Damn if those words don’t hit me square in the chest. I reach for her hand, intertwining our fingers. “It is right, Indie. It always has been.”
She doesn’t respond, but the way her fingers tighten around mine says enough.
When we pull into Zane’s family’s property, the sprawling Devil’s Peak Lodge comes into view, a beacon of light against the darkening sky. Zane steps out onto the porch, his arms crossed over his chest and a grin spreading across his face when he sees us.
“King Steele,” he calls out, his voice carrying over the crunch of gravel beneath my tires. “About damn time you showed up.”
I park the truck and climb out, pulling Indie’s door open before she can even reach for the handle. Zane watches with a raised brow as I help her out, my hand lingering at her waist.