Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 568(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Salem reaches for me, tugging me closer. Our lips are nearly touching when she says, “It’s okay, Lee, I trust you.”
I don’t understand how, but it’s like she could tell something was wrong, that I needed a reminder. As quick as it arrived, the fear and anxiety disappeared. Letting my body take control, I erase the remaining distance between us and press my lips to hers. It’s a bold kiss, feverish and exhilarating. She opens her mouth to me, and my tongue slips into hers. Pleasure zips up my spine as our tongues tangle, and her vanilla scent surrounds me.
Shifting my hips forward, I let the head of my cock slide against her slick heat, and she reacts like she’s being hit by a bolt of pleasure. She bucks against me, driving the head of my cock farther into her, and I grit my teeth at the onslaught of sensation. Stars fill my eyes, and I’m consumed with the need to claim her. I’m possessed, past the point of rational thought.
I slide in a little deeper, and my lungs tighten to the point of pain as her pussy swallows a little bit more of my cock. So tight, so perfect.
Salem throws her head back, her eyebrows pinched together as if she’s in pain. Shit. Am I hurting her? Her chest heaves, and my attention is momentarily drawn to her dusky-pink nipples. I need to rein it in and gain control before the moment takes control of me.
What if she starts to have a panic attack? The reality of that gives me enough patience to pause, and I reach for her, cradling the side of her head.
“Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
She smiles, fucking smiles, and I swear a piece of my heart breaks off and joins hers.
“I’m fine. Don’t stop. It’s been a while, that’s all.”
Okay, at least she’s not a virgin, not that it matters. It does make me feel a little less guilty. Wrapping her legs tight around me, she digs her foot into my ass, forcing my hips forward and my cock a little deeper.
Holy fuck.
Then she stops.
“Condom?” Salem’s voice is a squeak.
“Fuck, yes, I’m sorry.” Only I would forget that. As messed up as it is, impregnating Salem is the last thing I fucking need. I start to pull back, but she stops me with a flex of her hips. Her dreamy gaze meets mine.
“It’s fine. I’m on birth control.”
I study her features, contemplating what I should do. I know it’s irresponsible, but the feel of her around me, my bare cock sliding into her warm heat, is too good. I thrust forward, giving her the last two inches of my cock.
She hisses out a long breath and digs her nails into my back. There’s no way she didn’t cut through those gloves. I’ve never experienced pleasure like this before, and my mind is blown. Salem’s brows are still pinched together as if she’s in pain, so I snake a hand between us and gently stroke her clit.
“You were made for me, Pantry Girl. Made to take my cock.” I whisper against her throat before I rake my teeth down her neck and then kiss my way back up. My gaze catches on where our bodies are joined, and all I can do is stare, the raw hunger unfurling in my gut at the image of her impaled on my length. “Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good.” I finger her clit, strumming it until she raises her hips, seeking friction.
It only takes a minute to find a steady rhythm, and I’m torn between watching the ecstasy play across her features and ducking my head to take her mouth until I capture her sweet, breathy moans.
“Lee …” She moans my name, and butterflies take flight in my stomach. I clutch her to my chest and thrust into her, meeting her stroke for stroke. Soon, an all-familiar pleasure builds at the base of my spine.
God no. I can’t come before she does.
I will not fucking come before she does.
“I need you to come. Are you going to come for me?” I growl through my teeth, holding back my own pleasure.
“Yes!” she exclaims.
“Fuck, yes, you are. Come on my cock. Come for me.” My voice is animalistic, and it’s like she was waiting for my command because she explodes not even a few seconds later.
Her walls clamp down around me, her whole body tensing, making it damn near impossible to move inside her. One, two, three more strokes, and I pull out of her, pumping my achingly hard erection until my release shudders through me, and I pepper her skin with my cum. Some primal part of me loves the way it looks there on her pretty flushed skin. So I leave it, even wiping the end of my cock onto a clean area. Some of the orgasmic haze starts to wear off, and I glance up at her to make sure she’s okay. That my cum on her skin isn’t setting off her OCD, but she appears to be more than okay. She simply lies there, dazed, her body limp.