Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
He gives his cock a squeeze through his jeans, but he shakes his head. “I don’t have any condoms.”
I can’t describe the sense of desperation that rips through me. “What?”
Oh.
I appreciate his honesty and concern.
I lick my lips again—damn, I have to break that habit. “Well, I’m on the pill. Just to regulate my periods. So, um, if you wanted to… I mean, I’m clean. Are you clean?”
His eyes glow. I mean, I swear, they actually glow. Like a cat’s eyes at night.
“I’m clean.” His voice is rough and gravelly. “You sure? I mean, you missed your pill today.”
“I’ll take two tomorrow. It will be all right.” This is totally a first. Me being the one to beg for sex. Trying to convince my partner instead of the other way around.
Caleb locks his gaze on mine as he squeezes his cock through his jeans. His body is lean and powerful. A beautiful mass of inked muscle.
A shiver of excitement goes through me.
This is happening.
With Caleb, the extremely hot, soon-to-be-naked ripped mountain man.
“Roll over.”
“What?” I arch my brows in surprise.
“You heard me. I want to fuck you from behind. You can let go of your fingers now.”
“I want to watch you undress first,” I say stubbornly.
He gives me a crooked smile. “Are we bargaining? I thought I was in charge, here.”
“You thought being the operative words,” I throw back at him. But then I lose all focus on conversation because I realize his jeans are open, the front of his boxers straining to conceal what I’m so desperate to see.
Oh holy hell. It’s as big as I suspected! Huge, really. He shucks the jeans and boxers.
A little thread of fear twists in me. “I’m not sure that’s going to fit.” My voice sounds small.
“Oh it’ll fit. And you’ll like it. Now roll over.”
Ooh. That bossy thing really does something to me. Makes my core turn molten, heat pour down my inner thighs. It makes my toes curl. I roll to my belly, and turn to look over my shoulder to watch him. I don’t want to miss a single second of this.
He smiles. “Good girl.” He climbs onto the bed. “Open for me.”
I can only assume he means my legs, so I part my thighs, spreading my ankles wide on the bed.
“Mmm,” he growls. “Beautiful. That’s fucking beautiful.”
I do feel beautiful. I feel sexy and desirable. Three things I never, ever feel. My big breasts may get ogled a lot, but all it usually inspires is shame in me. Frustration or anger on a stronger day.
No, right now I’m receiving his praise in a whole new way. Believing it. Reveling in it.
He kneels between my legs and nudges them even wider with his knees. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
He keeps saying it. Beautiful.
“I feel beautiful right now,” I say in no more than a whisper.
He grasps my wrists and pins them over my head, much like he did when I was on my back. He lowers his head to mine, his breath feathering across my ear. “You’d better believe you’re beautiful. If you don’t, you have another lesson coming.”
Another lesson.
I have no idea what that means, but it sounds dirty and tantalizing and everything I’d love.
“Now you’re going to take my big cock because you know I’m gonna use it right.” He nudges my entrance with the tip. It feels so good to feel him unsheathed, his velvety steel rubbing in my juices.
I want it in me.
So badly.
I arch my ass up, push against him.
He chuckles as the tip slides inside me.
I moan.
He eases in with steady pressure. One inch. Another. I force my muscles to relax. I’m so wet down there, he slides in like he was made for me. Or like I was made for him.
It feels heavenly. Freaking perfect. All that tongue action was great, but nothing replaces a cock. Not even fingers or any vibrator I’ve tried. No, this is the satisfaction I’ve been craving. This is what I need. Even as his large manhood stretches me wide, fills me too full, the pleasure overtakes all fear.
He keeps pushing until his loins hit my ass and then he scythes in and out, bumping my ass with each instroke.
I’ve never had a guy turn me around and take me from behind before—okay, I realize now how limited my experience really was—but I love the position. Each bump of my ass stimulates me even more. He’s in deep, but it doesn’t hurt; it just feels right.
“Yes,” I moan. “More.”
“Oh, I’ll give you more.” The dark promise is followed by a hand dropping to my nape, holding me in place as he starts to pound into me harder.
Faster.
The room echoes with wanton wailing—I guess it’s coming from me, but I don’t know because I’m completely losing my mind.
I try to form words, but only gibberish spills from my lips.