Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 134746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
As he starts to pull out, I wrap my legs around his hips and pull him in.
“Not yet,” I plead, finding words at last. “Just let me feel it a second longer.”
August’s brows darken.
He watches me with his jaw fixed in that tight, angry iron.
And he moves, a rippling shudder of power pouring down his tightly sculpted body until I can see every muscle straining against his disarrayed clothing.
A single short, savage jerk.
Burying in me so deep he’s practically grinding into me, forcing into deeper depths, and then—
He hits that one perfect spot.
I scream, completely losing my flipping mind, clenching my thighs against his hips and clutching him so tight.
My fingers dig between his knuckles, and my body thrashes.
And he’s still not done—not by half—because even as I lose it, he keeps perfect control over his movements, twisting and grinding his hips so that instead of pulling out of me, he just teases that spot against my inner walls until there’s something deep within that shivers and trembles and quakes, this pleasure that feels so naked, stripped and exposed.
I don’t know how I’m not coming already.
I don’t want to yet.
I want to hold on to this, to the feeling of August lowering himself down, the feeling of him letting my hands go and wrapping his arms around me, burying his face in my throat, biting cruelly as he fills me with piston thrusts.
Slow.
Slow but violent, gathering his entire strength, pounding me so vengefully but so perfectly.
I’m nearly sobbing at how good this is, riding every deep, rolling thrust, digging my heels into his ass, completely incoherent as I make up for his silence with my cries.
Holy shit, I’m going to—I’m going crazy.
No one’s cock should feel this good.
No one’s cock has any business being this thick, stirring and twisting up my insides until he’s remaking me, I—I—
I thought it was just me, falling apart.
But August drives in harder still.
His teeth sink into my shoulder and hold.
Still no sound, so obsessively silent, and yet he feels so intensely focused on me that it’s unnerving and wonderful. This monster storms halls of pleasure, intent on looting everything from my body.
There’s this wicked swelling inside me, thicker, thicker, and the warm hot jet of molten fire as he comes.
Ruined.
I’m overflowing with him, so thick and hot and filthy that I love it, want it, need it—
Oh God.
I go blind as he growls again.
Just another helpless animal in heat, a captured bunny shrieking to the moon.
I’m petrified with white-hot pleasure, crashing into myself, pouring out everywhere, coming with him.
Coming!
I think I bite him in the frenzy.
I’m not quite sure.
Because the next thing I know, darkness falls like a curtain, pulling me into an ecstasy so deep and perfect it brands me to my core.
I’m not out long.
I don’t think I really passed out; it’s more like I just went dark for a few seconds from sensory overload. But when I come to, August has already let me go.
I open my eyes, blinking up at the ceiling.
I’m sore everywhere, wet and sticky between my thighs.
Still shamelessly naked, sprawled on my back in a pretty awkward position, with my legs flopped over the side of his bed.
That was easily the most magnificent orgasm of my life.
And I wonder if it was a magnificent mistake.
From the corner of my eye, I see August sitting on the foot of the bed next to me, his elbows resting on his thighs as he rubs his temples. He’s tucked himself away and tidied himself up a bit.
Watching him carefully, I slowly sit up, wishing more than anything I had something to shield myself with.
When I move, he lifts his head, looking at me.
It’s a careful look. Guarded.
Every semblance of easy friendship we’ve built between us gone in one night.
It hurts.
It hurts like I’m being flayed open from heart to gut.
But before I can say anything, he asks sharply, “You on birth control?”
All I can do is nod slowly.
My lips tremble, and I press them together tightly.
I won’t fall apart.
My feelings are just raw after getting fucked blind, that’s all.
This was just . . . it wasn’t a thing.
It was confused people out for a good time giving in to reckless urges.
August only accepts my answer with a tight nod and stands.
He moves like he’s walking a tightrope, tense and controlled. He crosses the room to a tall chest of drawers next to the door and yanks the second drawer open, speaking as he reaches inside.
“I’ll text you a copy of my most recent STD tests. Obviously, I’m clean.” Mechanical. Practical. “I’d thank you to do the same.”
Anger boils up inside me, hateful words needling my tongue.
Not even “Thanks for the ass, Elle”? Maybe even “Nice pussy, now get out?” Or “Hey, hope I didn’t hurt you piledriving you like a wildebeest?”