Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 447(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 298(@300wpm)
I tore at his clothes, fumbling with his belt buckle and unzipping his jeans.
“Birdie,” he mumbled in protest against my lips, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. Whatever he had to say could wait.
“Birdie,” he called out again as I frantically tried to remove his vest. When I didn’t listen this time, he wrapped his hands around mine, forcing me to stop and look at him. I felt a tremor move through me, and soon, it split me wide open and turned into full body sobs as I shook my head violently.
“No,” I cried out. “I need you. I need you right fucking now.”
Truthfully, I was terrified I was still going to lose him. It wasn’t a fear that would ever go away, but as long as we were under the spell of this magic between us, it couldn’t happen. Fear didn’t exist in that space. There was no room for worst-case scenarios when he was inside me. Because he was my addiction, and I was his. And right now, I just wanted to get high.
“Please, Huck.” I burrowed my face into his neck as he wrapped his arms around me and tried to soothe me.
“It’s okay, angel,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”
“Then make me yours like you promised.” My fingers curled into the leather of his vest. “Give me what I need.”
“I will,” he rasped. “I want to. I just… I don’t know how to do this with the baby. I’m fucking terrified of hurting you.”
The agony in his voice ripped my attention away from my own selfish desires as I looked up and noticed the fear in his eyes. I touched his face, and his hands fell to my waist as I rocked my body against him. “Just like this. You won’t hurt us, I promise.”
His body was still full of tension when he kissed me, but eventually, he gave in. He tugged my dress over my head and slid my panties down around my ankles so I could kick them off. I stood before him, completely bare as his eyes cut over me with a renewed sense of awe and appreciation that I so desperately craved.
“You are my fucking goddess,” he murmured. “How can this even be real?”
I knew exactly what he meant as I watched him strip off his own clothes, revealing the body of a warrior and my savior. He took my hand in his and led me around the bed. When he sat down first, his erection saluted me from between his thighs. He was so painfully engorged, I wondered if he had pleasured himself at all in my absence.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” he murmured as he helped me settle onto his lap, sliding against the hard flesh. His hands came around my waist and then up to cup my breasts, which had grown since he’d seen them last. I was overly sensitive and cried out when he touched me. He froze, unsure of himself when he looked up at me.
“Keep going,” I begged. “Touch me everywhere. Don’t stop.”
His left hand slid down between my thighs, and he began to thumb my clit as I arched forward, and he sucked my nipple into his mouth. It was divine torture, and already, I was quaking, ready to shatter. It had been too long, and I wanted it to last forever. But Huck had learned how to play my body like a well-tuned instrument. He tortured me with his tongue and his teeth, nipping and sucking and licking at me while he brought me to the highest peak of pleasure I could reach.
The rush of blood through my ears when I came was deafening, and I couldn’t see through the haze as I collapsed against his chest. But it wasn’t enough. Even in the aftermath, I was still wiggling against him, desperate to get him inside.
“Please, Huck. I need you.”
His eyes filled with liquid heat as he reached down between us and fisted his cock, holding it upright for me.
“Get on,” he said gruffly. “Now, Birdie.”
I rested my palms on his chest and lifted my hips, positioning myself until I felt the head of his cock pushing against me. I was soaked, and it didn’t take much effort to slide over him and greedily accept him into my body. I wasn’t satisfied until I took him all the way to the root, my ass resting against his hips.
“Fuckkkk,” he hissed, fighting to keep his eyes open. “This is going to be quick the first time. I just need to fill you up.”
A smile curved my lips as I started to rock against him, pivoting my hips and adjusting to the sounds of his tortured groans. He wasn’t lying. Already, I could feel his body shaking beneath me. His muscles were rigid, his fingers digging into the cheeks of my ass as I rode him. I studied him like a fiend, noting every hitch in his breath and every vein protruding from his neck and arms. Lower yet, his legs moved restlessly as I fucked him into the bed, completely unashamed of my hedonistic desires.