Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
And he’s mine.
And because he’s mine, my sleep is fractured and light, because I don’t want to sleep through any moment he might need me.
But sometime in the pale dawn light, I fall into a deep sleep, and when I wake up, he’s awake and holding me tight to his chest.
And in the early light he makes love to me.
He pulls out of me and a thick stream of cum slides down my thighs and trickles between my butt cheeks. I watch him from the bed, the giant naked man cut from slabs of thick muscle and strong bone.
He walks across the room, his hair trailing down his broad back, his heavy cock swinging between his powerful thighs, slick with a mix of him and me. He disappears into the bathroom, and I hear running water. When he returns, he’s carrying a damp towel.
He stands at the foot of the bed, and I part my thighs wider so he can see my pussy gleaming with his cum.
His cock dips and lifts with gratitude, liking the view.
“I don’t want you to clean me,” I say, knowing what the towel is for. “I want your scent all over me. On me. In me.” I reach down and use a finger to push a blob of his cum back inside my body.
Lust flares in his expression.
He drops the towel and crawls across the bed. He kneels between my thighs and using the head of his cock, slides the dripping cum back toward my pussy, and with one powerful thrust, pushes it and him inside me again.
The intrusion is rough and hard. Forceful enough to knock the wind out of me. But dear God, it feels so good. He thrusts in again, this time harder, and I arch my back and reach for the headboard behind me.
It’s like a violent storm hitting and I’m here for all of it. I want the chaos and the stinging pain. I want his grunts and growls and the ferocious thump of the bed against the wall.
He pulls out, and I feel the loss immediately. But like I’m made of nothing, he flips me onto my knees, presses my face into the pillows and shoves his cock hard into me from behind. My pussy cries out with the rough intrusion. I grip the pillow, part my thighs further, and slick drops of cum drop to the sheets below. His hands are huge on my hips as he pounds into me, pulling me to meet his thrusts and to grind against my swollen clit.
I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life, losing myself in his domination of my body, this beast of a man fucking me like I am a ragdoll until he roars out his pleasure and slowly comes to a stop behind me, pumping his cum deeper and deeper into me.
This time, I lie back on the bed and let him use the towel to clean my damp thighs. Each stroke of the towel is tender and purposeful. His dark brows pull in as he concentrates, his long messy hair falling over his big muscles as he intensely focuses on the task. His long lashes fan his cheeks. His scatter of scars reminding me of the things he’s endured and survived. He looks soft and gentle. And beautiful. Feelings build in my chest. Of wanting more of him. Of wanting to love him.
I reach over and brush a lock of hair from his face. He looks up at me, and when our eyes meet, it’s like the moon and stars collide in my chest.
He feels it too, and time seems to stop.
He puts the towel aside and moves up the bed. He gathers me in his arms and pulls me into his warmth and presses a kiss to the crown of my head.
I sink into his warmth and feel every muscle in my body soften into a blissful relaxation. Content, I drift into a deep sleep.
When I wake up several hours later, I am alone.
CHAPTER 51
BEAST
“There had better be a good reason for dragging me out of bed,” I grumble to Bram when I walk into the security room.
The morphine has worn off and the bullet hole in my shoulder is screaming for attention.
When I see Lars sitting in one of the chairs, I frown. Bram must’ve called him first. Which means I’m about to find out something bad. The kind of bad that will blow my last fuse, and Lars is here as a means to control me.
“What is it?” My voice is sharp because I know something bad is coming. Something to kill the buzz of the two orgasms my insatiable wife gave me.
Bram looks uncomfortable. “The owner of The Emporium reached out to me. We play poker a few times a month and he knew we’d want to see this.”