Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“More,” I ordered roughly, pushing myself back to urge him to do something.
His maddeningly slow and even thrusts were driving me crazy and I wanted nothing more than for him to fuck me like he usually fucked me—with wild abandon.
Yet, I knew that he’d do exactly what he felt like doing when he felt like doing it.
Tyler was in control—always.
Something that drove me insane about him.
His thumb left me and then was replaced moments later by two fingers.
As he scissored them in and out, he pulled out of my pussy and reached for the bottle that had somehow made its way under my knee and became pinned there during our play.
I bit my lip when I heard him slicking his cock up and moaned when his fingers left and his cock moved to take their place.
“Ready?” He squeezed my ass cheek.
I pushed back slightly, feeling that penis of his starting to press forward.
“Been ready.”
I held my breath and tried to relax my muscles.
I’d read in quite a few romance novels that you were supposed to push out, which I did.
I immediately regretted it because pushing out not only didn’t make it feel any better, but it also made more of him slip inside until I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
My eyes were wide and by the time I felt the saddle of his hips meet my ass, I was on fire.
Both my ass and other things.
“I’m in.”
Believe me, I knew he was in—I could feel that he was in. He didn’t have to make such an idiotic statement to tell me.
He chuckled. “Sorry, baby. It’ll get better in a few moments.”
I said that aloud. Whoops.
But I couldn’t contain what I was saying because there was so much feeling going on in other places.
Specifically, my ass.
Tyler was in my ass!
“God yes, I am. And it’s so fuckin’ tight.” He groaned.
Still saying everything out loud, I guess.
Dammit.
Tyler chuckled and it was then that I realized that I was no longer experiencing that burn. Instead, it felt like an overwhelming sensation of fullness.
He pulled back and I started to panic, thinking he was going to stop, but then he thrust back inside and then immediately pulled about half of his length out, causing me to moan.
“Oh, God.” I breathed. “Oh, fuck.”
It took me a few moments to realize that, as he fucked me, I was actually enjoying it.
A whole lot more than I thought I would.
Tyler’s hands rubbed my ass, soothing and encouraging at the same time.
And then there wasn’t any more talking, there was just me and him, our movements and the way his cock felt inside my ass.
He started out slow and by the time I realized that not only did Tyler know what he was doing, but that I was going to orgasm, I was already tipping over the edge.
When my release pulled me under, it was different than anything else I’d felt in my entire life. Different than even the orgasms that Tyler had given me. This—an anal orgasm—was something that I couldn’t explain, but I knew that this wouldn’t be our last time. We’d be doing this again. Maybe not on the regular, but definitely enough so I could experience this intense pleasure again.
Shivers raced down my body and my nipples peaked.
My ass clenched down on his length so hard that I heard him curse up a blue streak and when the feeling of wrongness turned into a feeling of rightness, I screamed.
Let’s just say that when we were both lying side-by-side moments after cleaning up, I had no trouble sleeping.
I fell asleep and stayed that way for a solid eight hours, not waking up even when Tyler’s alarm sounded.
Nor when he started talking to the dog of the bonuses he would receive if he learned how to pee and poop outside.
Oh, and definitely didn’t feel that kiss on the forehead he gave me as he was leaving, or when he told me I was trouble and he had a feeling I was about to make his life hell.
Because if I’d been awake for that, I would’ve confirmed to him that I was.
Given him a little warning.
I was nice like that.
Chapter 12
I would like to donate fat instead of blood.
-Text from Reagan to Tyler
Tyler
“I’m going out to eat with a couple of friends from my old station,” I said. “Do you want to go?”
Reagan looked at me suspiciously. “My dad won’t be there, will he?”
I snorted. “No. Although your dad and I got along well, the two I’m eating with are a couple of guys that I graduated from the academy with and started with on the same day.”
She looked suspicious but ultimately decided to go with it. “That’s fine with me. But, just sayin’, I’m not hiding what we have from my dad if he asks or happens to see me.”