Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“Always.” The word ended on a gasp as I slid my fingers over her pussy, already slick with want.
“Tell me what you want.” I licked and sucked at her throat, grazing her skin with my teeth.
“You.” She arched her back and her hands grasped my shoulders. “I want you.”
“You already have me.” I flipped her to her stomach and rained kisses down her spine as my hand worked between her thighs. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby.”
“Brogan,” she whimpered as I pumped one finger into her.
“So ready for me.”
She tried to rock back, but I pinned her hips with my weight. “Tell me how you want it, Fiona. Soft and sweet? Hard and fast?” I slid another finger inside her. “You can have whatever you’re bold enough to ask for.”
Her hands grasped for the covers as her hips rocked against my forearm in futility. “I want you to ruin me.”
A slow smile spread across my face. “Yeah. I can do that.” It would be my pleasure.
I worked her clit with my thumb as I fucked her with my fingers, bringing her right up to the keening edge before I pulled away from her, leaving her panting underneath me.
“You’d better get back here,” she warned me, her eyes flashing fire as I reached across her and grabbed a condom from my nightstand.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I rolled the latex over my cock, then shoved her knees apart, kneeling between her thighs. “Fuck. I had so many plans for you tonight.” I gripped her hips and lifted her up and back, stretching her back out like a cat. “I was going to tease you. I was going to lick every inch of your body until neither of us could take another moment.” My cock settled at her entrance, but I resisted and gave a slow thrust against her sex instead, coating myself in her slickness. “I was going to take you so slowly that we’d both combust from need.”
“And now?” She pushed back against me.
My hands spread over the curves of her ass as I struggled for control.
“And now I want you too badly to wait.”
I thrust inside her with one long push and the pleasure of it engulfed me as I sat back on my heels, dragging her with me.
She cried out, her hands scrambling for purchase underneath her even as she pushed back into me. But I had her knees on either side of my thighs, held off the bed by inches, stealing her control. She couldn’t thrust back, couldn’t increase the pace as I thrust slowly within her. She could only take what I would give her.
“So hot. So tight. So wet. So mine.” I punctuated each claim with a thrust, pulling her back by the hips every time I pushed forward so our skin slapped.
“Brogan,” she moaned into the bed.
Slow. Hard. Steady. I dragged her up my thighs for every roll of my hips, taking her so deep that she cried out with each thrust. God, just the sounds of us coming together again and again were nearly my undoing.
I tilted the angle of her hips and rocked my hips forward, hitting her where and how she liked it. I lived for each keening cry. I took my breaths when she did. I lived through her pleasure. Sex had never been like this for me—not just an exchange of mutual pleasure, but also a driving need to meet my partner’s every single need, to become whatever she needed.
Only Fiona.
I was the one in control, but she was the one with all the power.
She got her elbows under her and leveraged her weight, fucking back onto me so that we came together even harder, even deeper.
“So. Good,” she moaned, her body going tight.
“Don’t you dare come,” I warned her, rising up on my knees and bringing her to hers. “Not yet.”
“Brogan,” she whimpered.
“Not yet,” I repeated, watching my cock disappear inside her as I took her over and over, giving her just enough to keep her on the edge of coming. “You should see me take you. So fucking hot, baby.”
Sweat dripped down our skin, making us both slick as we strained against each other, riding that fine line of pure need and satisfaction.
“Harder,” she demanded.
I laughed low. “That’s right. You wanted me to ruin you.”
“You’re doing a good fucking job of that,” she spat back, her voice just as breathless as mine. “Now stop holding back and fuck me.”
Her words snapped whatever was left of my self-control, and I unleashed, dropping us from our knees and fucking her into the mattress with deep, hard, strokes. Every inch of her was heaven, from the flushed skin of her back to the slick flesh of her pussy, gripping me tight as I rode her.
“Oh, God.” Her hands fisted the covers and she swirled her hips.