Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
I rocked my hips against his hand as he fingered me. It felt so good. But there was a sense of urgency I had never felt from Nick before. And it felt extremely filthy to have him behind me, seeing me from that angle.
Seeing all of me, for better or worse.
Not that I wanted him to stop, either. I wanted this. I wanted him inside me. Even though I was extremely worried that he wouldn’t fit.
If he couldn’t fit . . . would he break up with me? A man couldn’t possibly want to stay with a girl who couldn’t take him inside her, right? I closed my eyes and started to pray that it would work, that my body would somehow stretch to take him in. I’d wanted him to want me. But if he couldn’t fit, that would be the end of us.
I gripped the edge of the couch and closed my eyes.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Nick
Heaven and hell are the same place . . .
I grimaced as Melissa clamped down on my fingers. It was the second orgasm I’d given her since I started. And I still couldn't get a third finger inside her.
Seeing her from behind like this . . . it was beyond anything I’d imagined. She looked so hot bent over, her gorgeous legs spread wide for me, her bare pussy and ass served up on a platter just for me.
I had to try. I couldn't wait any longer. My body took over, bringing me to my feet. I was still dressed. I just took my dick out and rubbed it against her.
Goddamn, she felt way too fucking good! My cock had never been happier. And I wasn’t even inside her yet.
Her slick, puffy lips felt like paradise against my tip as I inserted it between her outer lips. I grunted as her slick walls hugged me. I was barely an inch inside. But she was still the best thing I’d felt in my entire fucking life. By about a million.
She flexed her gorgeous hips instinctively and I moaned. She had no idea what she was doing to me. I had to grip her hard to hold her still. I nearly lost control and plunged myself into her.
Slow and steady. Control yourself. You're not an animal.
But I was an animal. I just wanted to take. I wanted to take everything she had and give her everything I had, too. I needed to unleash the beast inside me.
I pushed forward slightly, unable to stop the primitive tempo that was starting to take hold. I wanted to move, to push, to drive deep as far as I could go. My instincts were roaring, screaming at me to take her and empty myself inside her.
"Melissa . . ." I moaned as I slid forward another inch. There. This was it. I felt her barrier. Devlin had coached me on how to do this to cause her the least amount of pain. If I could just wiggle past the hymen . . . But she was so tight there was no real wiggle room.
"Fuck, I can't . . . I'm sorry."
I was helpless to stop myself from pushing forward. I felt her barrier give way. She cried out, and I froze, terrified that I had hurt her. But my body had a mind of its own. I sank deeply inside her and held still, hoping I hadn't hurt her too badly.
I was trapped, unable to move for fear of hurting the girl I loved. The pressure was mounting. I would not be able to hold this position for long. But it was also the most exquisite pleasure I had felt in my life. Heaven and hell were the same place, after all.
I shuddered at the feeling of being enveloped by her completely. I was seated to the hilt. Even though she was squeezing me so tightly I could barely think, we fit perfectly.
“Melissa . . . are you all right?” I ground out, my jaw clenched with concentration. I fervently wished I could see her face. Know what she was feeling. If she was as wild for me as I was for her.
But I couldn’t. I’d been too rushed. Waited too long. Too impatient. And now I was sunk deep, her soft, deliciously curvy bottom pressed firmly against me. I was afraid to move. I was already so close that I knew I wouldn’t be able to be gentle. And I wasn’t ready to come.
Although part of me had a feeling I wouldn’t even get soft for a second, even if I did.
Fuck, a double-header sounds really fucking nice right now. But only if she is okay. It’s your job to protect the girl, not ride her all damned night.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes . . . hmm.” She made a distinctly pleasurable sound. “Yes. I’m . . . oh, yes!”