Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"You know I can't deny you anything," he groans, fucking me so hard the headboard slams into the wall on each brutal thrust. His words are staccato, breathless. "Never could. Especially not when you plead with me in that sweet voice. That goddamn angelic voice asking me to do filthy things to you is lethal, sweetheart."
"Cam!" I cry out, his words driving me higher.
"You want more?"
"Yes!"
"I love this pretty cunt," he growls. "It's mine, isn't it?"
"Yes!"
"Then you take what I give you." He releases one of my hips, sliding his hand around my side and then rolling his fingers across my clit. "Fuck, you're so goddamn wet you're dripping down my balls."
He's not lying. I'm soaked. I always am for him.
"I want all of it," he demands, slapping my clit. "Give it to me."
I cry out, twisting the sheets in my hands as everything inside of me tightens, shrinking. The orgasm barreling toward me is massive, so big I don't know if I can take it. But I will. He'll make me.
"Come on," he growls, curling his big body over mine so his lips are at my ear. "I want to feel you squeezing my cock when I come. I need it. Fucking give it to me." He bites my shoulder.
I lose it as soon as I feel his teeth in my skin. A scream rips from my lips and I thrash beneath him as a million fireworks erupt inside of me in a brilliant display. Blood roars in my ears and a shower of sparks sizzle and pop in my veins.
"Yes," Cam groans, fucking me in a disjointed rhythm. He yanks me back against him and shouts my name, roaring it into the room as he comes, spurting so hard I know he's giving me everything he has, too. He always does.
I collapse beneath him, my arms and legs giving out as he grinds his pelvis into me, wringing out every ounce of pleasure from me that he can. He follows me down, caging me in with his body against mine. His heart thunders against my back, pounding like a jackhammer.
He groans and slides his hands underneath mine, twining our fingers together.
"Fuck, kitten," he pants in my ear, pressing adoring kisses into my skin everywhere he can reach. "You gotta stop begging me for more like you do. I get a little rough with you and you lose control. My goddamn balls can't handle how hard you make me come when you go wild for me."
I chuckle, the sound muffled by the comforter.
He presses another kiss into my skin and then rolls off me, taking his warmth with him.
I whine in protest. He smirks and lifts me into his arms, cradling me against his body. He carries me into the massive tub in our hotel room before sinking down into the water he had the foresight to run earlier.
I moan and snuggle up against his chest, linking our fingers together against his stomach. My gaze lands on the strand of ivy tattooed around his ring finger, making me smile. I have an identical strand tattooed across my ribcage, only mine is bigger, the branches twisted into his name in his bold, elegant script.
"I love you, Cam," I tell him, pressing my lips to his heart, over the sunburst tattoo. He has my name inked inside of it now, right where he says it belongs.
"I love you too," he murmurs, kissing my forehead.
"I can't believe you brought me to Puerto Rico for our anniversary," I say, playing with his fingers. We've been here a few times over the years, and I fall in love every single time. "It's so beautiful here."
"Only because you're here."
"Your grandma is so cool," I whisper, making him laugh at me again. I don't even care, though. She is totally cool, and he knows it. She's eighty and she rides a freaking motorcycle. She even has a leather jacket that has abuelita, the Spanish word for granny, emblazoned across the back. The woman cooks the best damn pies, too. "I love her," I sigh happily.
"She loves you too," he says, laughter still vibrating in his chest.
"Yeah?" I ask, glad to hear that his grandma thinks I'm awesome.
"She asked me when we're going to give another great-grandbaby."
"She didn't!" I laugh, tipping my head back to look up at him. We've already given her two. Our boys are three and two. I miss them so much! Cam's parents are keeping them this week. They FaceTime us every day, but it's not the same as being home with them. I love time alone with my man, don't get me wrong. But I miss our boys like crazy.
"She did," Cam says, smiling. He slips his hand down my body, flattening it against my lower stomach. "It's a good question."
"What?" I gasp, not sure if he's serious or not. Cam would probably keep me pregnant if I'd let him, but we agreed to wait a little while after Rico was born. I miss having a baby though. Rico is quickly outgrowing snuggles.