Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 115833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
“You’re protected, huh?” he breathed out, like he was surprised to hear that I was.
“Yes.”
I wasn’t about to get into a whole spiel about how I hadn’t stopped taking birth control after Lewis had passed, or the months before that, when he was diagnosed. We barely had sex after that crippling news was delivered, and though I had a feeling we never would again, I still held out hope.
And just because I hadn’t wanted to find love again, it didn’t mean I wouldn’t want to have sex again.
“That’s all I need to know,” Deke said, bringing me back to the present. He pushed the head of his dick into me, and a breath escaped me as I dug my fingernails into his shoulder blades.
Shit.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this sort of penetration, and with it came a familiar sting. He pushed in deeper, before lifting his head to find my eyes.
“This okay?” he breathed.
“Yeah. Keep going.”
He cupped me in his hands while giving me what I wanted. Each thick inch of him stretched me more, and I caged the corner of my bottom lip between my teeth.
A groan rattled in his chest, and when he was all in, I couldn’t resist the satisfied moan that slipped out. He was so big—bigger than I expected—and I loved it.
“Damn, Davina,” he groaned. “I knew you’d feel good.”
He held my gaze, searching my face until I finally dropped my mouth on his. He pressed me flush against the window, and our kiss was wild, sloppy, and eager. Our tongues twirled and entwined as he pumped his hips.
He thrust into me again and again, hissing through his teeth when he tore his mouth away.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, gripping my waist and bouncing me on his dick. He took a step back so that only my upper back remained on the glass, and he clutched my waist tighter as he looked down at where we were connected.
“Damn,” he rumbled. “You look so good with me inside you.” His heated eyes flickered up to mine, and he pulled me off the window to carry me to the sofa, not once pulling out.
My back hit the cushions, and if I thought he felt big standing up, missionary was out of this world. I moaned as he thrust back in and spread my legs farther apart as he kissed me.
“Tell me how you want it, baby,” he said on my lips.
“Faster,” I breathed, and he moved his hips faster, delivering rapid thrusts. I collected his face in my hands, and with my mouth close to his, I said, “Harder.”
He went harder, burying into me in repeated strokes, his groans thickening by the second. I felt all the blood in my body rushing to that sweet spot between my legs, and every time he drove into me, I was sinking into a delicious abyss.
My back arched, and Deke sat up, tilting my hips upward so that all that was left on the sofa were my shoulder blades and the back of my head.
“Look at you,” he rasped again, his voice sending a tingle through me. His voice was strained, like he was trying his hardest not to come yet. “You’re gripping me so tight, Davina.”
“Oh my—” He had to stop talking or I swear I was gonna come.
As if he sensed it, he lifted my hips up and down effortlessly, pushing me closer to climax. I felt like a rag doll in his hands, like I was the weight of a feather. He was too good at this. I could feel him even more, and an intoxicated yelp bubbled out of me.
“Look at me.”
I dropped my chin, and he lowered my hips to the sofa again. When he pulled out, I couldn’t help the whining noise that pushed through my lips.
“What are you doing? Why are you stopping?” I asked.
He flipped me over to my stomach, and when he said, “Bend over,” I understood exactly what he wanted. I bent over and arched my back, looking over my shoulder to watch him fist his dick. When he was ready, he placed a flat hand on my lower back and drove into me.
I cried out in bliss, clutching the couch cushion.
“I’ve wanted to see your ass bouncing around my dick for months now,” he said after a carnal groan. “You know I had to hit it from the back, D.”
He spanked my right cheek before gripping my ass with both hands and thrusting. Every time he went deep, my eyes rolled farther to the back of my head. I could feel his dick rubbing against my G-spot. I was going to come. I couldn’t hold back anymore.
The noise that came out of me was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Sex had the tendency to feel so good that it hurt, but sex with Deke felt so good that it annihilated me.