Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69818 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Why was she resisting him? The damage was already done. She was no longer a virgin. They had already had unprotected sex. Would another few minutes of sin really matter?
Of course she was rationalizing, but when Pierce tongued her sensitive peaks, then sucked one deep into his mouth, she dug her nails into his shoulders and gave in. “Oh…”
As he moved to thumb her stiff crests again, he slid his tongue up her neck. “It’s so right between us. Say something if you don’t want more, but otherwise… All it takes to feel good is a little shift and”—he yanked the crotch of her panties out of his way slowly, giving her time to refuse him as he fisted his erection and adjusted her directly over his swollen head—“fuck…”
He gripped her hips and gave her a gentle push down. Gravity did the rest of his dirty work. Together, they destroyed her resistance. When she finally enveloped every inch of his hardness, she sank against him with a long, agonized gasp.
Having Pierce inside her, filling her so completely, shocked her even more than the first time.
“That’s it,” he growled in her ear. “You’re not too sore?”
Brea felt a slight sting everywhere her flesh stretched to accommodate him, but this time it only hurt in a good way. “Not enough to stop.”
He urged her up the length of his shaft, then urged her back down. “You like the bite?”
Beneath her, he lifted his hips, his erection scraping her swollen sex as he shoved inside her, prodding some nerve-rich spot deep.
“Yes,” Brea hissed, her head falling back with a moan of surrender as her blood raced and her heart careened.
“Grab on to my shoulders. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think about anything but us.”
She was already there.
A voice of caution in the back of her head tried to scream at her to stop, to consider whose daughter she was and what she was doing. But Pierce’s raspy breaths and rough hands distracted her from anything resembling reason. His male musk swam in her head. He overwhelmed her. He intoxicated her.
He owned her.
As he shafted her up and down his length, her ache tightened, her pleasure multiplied, and her objections fell silent. All that remained were his long fingers encircling her, his big body driving under her, and his thick cock filling her. Brea found herself rocking with him, swaying and grinding, gasping and keening toward the pinnacle of pleasure he was already so close to giving her.
“You look fucking beautiful.” He pinched her nipples, his grip tightening even after she sucked in a shocked breath of pained bliss. “Open your eyes. I want to watch you come.”
Brea lifted her lashes slowly. Immediately, his black stare fused itself to her. The intensity of his arousal seared her. His cheeks flamed with it. His jaw clenched with it. His entire body tightened with it. The sight of him—along with the feelings surging between them—mesmerized her. Everything about him more than accelerated her desire. A connection she’d never felt with another human being overwhelmed her. It wasn’t purely sexual, but it was as if, with some click, her soul attached itself to his.
It was shocking. It felt irrevocable.
Her hunger climbed. She ached to be even closer, craved her mouth on him. She needed him in every way a woman could touch a man.
With a cry, she fastened her lips over his. Pierce might have been physically underneath her, but he took charge, tangling his fingers in her hair, locking their mouths together, binding them in ways she’d never imagined. Brea couldn’t help but melt as she ground down on him, stroke after frantic stroke.
Finally, he tore his lips from hers with a gasp, then grabbed her hips tighter, thrusting himself hard and deep and sure, as if she was his and he had every right to claim her in any way he liked. “Give it to me. Orgasm number three. I want it now.”
She keened as she plunged down, taking him deeper than ever. The tension gathering in her belly and between her thighs coalesced, knotting up so tightly she panted, dug her nails into his bare shoulders, and unraveled with a scream.
“Yes. Oh, fuck…” His fingers bit into her as he rammed up one last time, teeth clenched, tendons in his neck flexing as ecstasy overtook him. “Brea!”
Together, they fell into the abyss, clinging, clutching, holding on for dear life. Pleasure threatened to drag her into an addicting, sublime darkness as she panted, her head lost in a dizzy sway she no longer had the will to fight.
This climax was shockingly stronger than the first two. And when she finally opened her eyes again, she found Pierce’s inky stare locked on her. The feeling of falling into him unnerved her. The longer she studied him as they tried to catch their breath, the deeper she fell. Something about being with this man in this moment… She felt as if she’d somehow tied herself to him for all time.