Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Oh, God...” I moan his name as an orgasm rips through my body, the nerves taking flight and firing off from head to toe. He continues to fill me, grabbing at my thighs and pulling me up on his waist to ride his cock. He pulls out of me and spins me around.
He slides a palm up my spine, feeling every ridge as he goes. “Mmm, love this pussy.” He runs a finger through my slick flesh before pounding back into me. He holds my hips in both hands as he works in and out harder than he ever has before. With each thrust, he hits the end of me.
“I want this.” He fingers my back entrance, swirling juices from my pussy up to lubricate the hole. “So fucking wet I don’t even need lube,” he rumbles as he teases the sensitive flesh. I groan when he slips one finger inside up to the first knuckle. It is so fucking wrong, but nothing could feel better. “Feels so fucking tight when I’m inside you from both ends.” His voice lowers another octave as he thrusts his cock in and out of my pussy and his finger in and out of my ass.
“I can't take this anymore,” I groan. "Yes, you can. Feel it. Feel me taking you. Owning your sweet body. This pussy, this ass." He punctuates each word with a thrust. "It's mine. No one else has been here," he groans as he slips his finger into my ass even further and a new wave of pleasure washes over me. "Look at you, so soft and open for me."
Pleasure seeps out of me, loosening every muscle in my body as I give in to him, the sweet intrusion of his finger filling my forbidden entrance.
"Fuck, babe. So fucking tight. I need to go slow, but I don't know if I can," he grits through his teeth as his hands slide around my skin, relaxing me as he slowly pushes in deeper. He stops and takes deep breaths as he kneads at the flesh of my ass cheeks before rocking in and out of me gently. A low moan escapes my throat as I throw my head back. The sensation is new and overwhelming–twinges of pain mixed with the headiest sense of pleasure and the most delicious feeling of fullness as he sinks fully inside me.
"Fuck, baby. It's just you and me. Always has been, we're just making it official now."
"Yes, yes, yes," I moan. "Please. Harder, faster, anything." My insides quiver with want. The need for him to take me is overwhelming. My body has adjusted to his rock-hard intrusion and now craves the release he can give.
"Sweetness." He pushes in a little deeper. "So hot and wet and tight." He holds onto my hip as he works up a slow and steady rhythm, owning me completely–so much more than anyone else ever has. And somehow, it doesn't scare me.
Instead, I love it. I even begin to think that maybe I love him.
His hips are moving more erratically now, his fist grasping at the base of his cock between us before he pulls out, shooting hot jets of cum across my stomach and breasts. He grins like a rogue, using the tip of his cock to rub his come around my skin.
“Why don't you come inside of me?” I finally chance to whisper.
“I need to mark what’s mine first but next time,” he hisses, sucking at my earlobe, “I’m going to empty himself in this sweet pussy and leave you nice and full.”
I crawl into his arms, my hair glistening with sweat as breathless pants take over my body. “Are you done with me already?”
“I'll never be done with you. You captivate me.” I bat him on the chest and giggle. “I love hearing you laugh, I want to listen to it for the rest of my life,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my lips. “As much as I want to bend you over and spank that pretty ass of yours, we should get you in bed—it's pretty late.”
Chapter Fourteen
Finn
I glance at Tessa, her face framed by the golden light filtering through the basement windows. Her hair’s a mess, her hands still smudged with dirt from salvaging her greenhouse, and she’s staring at the remnants of her plants with a mix of exhaustion and resignation.
“Come on,” I say, my voice rough from lack of sleep and too much emotion. “You’re staying at my place.”
She blinks, startled. “What?”
I don’t give her time to argue. Scooping her up, I feel her tense before she softens, melting into my chest like she belongs there. “You’re not spending another minute in this mess. My cabin’s warm, dry, and there’s a bed with your name on it.”
Her eyebrows lift, a spark of the feisty banter I’ve come to crave flickering in her eyes. “Oh? And where will you be sleeping, Mr. Taylor?”