Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83236 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“Yes, Tor. So much.”
I wrap my free hand around my cock, teasing her pussy with the head before I press the tip against her entrance. I rotate my fingers in her ass, refusing to take them out. If anything, I push them in deeper at this new angle. “Hold on, Peaches,” I warn, right before I thrust all the way inside her greedy pussy.
“Tor!” she screams out my name. If anyone is in the hall outside, they will have heard us, but I don’t really give a fuck. I ride her body hard, bearing down on her, letting her feel the weight of me above her as I piston my hips and fuck her hard. The sounds of sex echo around us. My woman moves with me perfectly, as if it is a dance that we’ve perfected for years. We move in unison. It’s as if we’re two halves of a whole made for one another. Nothing—and I mean abso-fucking-lutely nothing has ever felt this good.
“Put your left shoulder down, reach that hand under and play with your clit, baby. While my dick is fucking your cunt hard, and my fingers are working your ass, you’re going to rub that hungry little clit of yours and show me what a perfect, greedy little slut you can be for me.”
“Oh God, oh God, Oh God,” she chants.
“I’m your god now, Peaches. Now, come,” I demand.
The minute her fingers slide over her clit, she’s done. Her entire body jerks. She lets out a loud, keening cry and shatters beneath me. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, milking it, and her ass quivers all around my fingers, begging for them to stay. I hold off my climax until she rides out wave after wave of her own ecstasy. Only when I know she’s done and she’s whimpering in the aftershocks, do I pull my cock out. I take the hand from her ass and grip her hip tightly, holding her in place because her legs can barely hold her body up. Then I grip my cock, jacking it off, while aiming it where I want it. I groan out her name as stream after stream of my cum jets out and splatters against her ass, running over it and down the crack of her ass.
“Mine!” I yell, as I slap my cock against her ass, letting it bounce with the last expulsion of my cum. I slap my hand down on her ass and rub it into her skin. Stretching out over her but keeping most of my weight off her body so I can continue to finger fuck my cum into her ass, I hold her close.
I close my eyes as my woman whispers, “I love you, Tor.”
I kiss the side of her head, my heart so fucking full that it might explode. I don’t talk, though. The moment is too perfect. Words aren’t needed. She is my world.
Chapter 33
Skylar
I take a deep breath, inhaling the clean air that surrounds me. It centers me and brings peace. After the night I had at Mom’s, I need it. I let my gaze move around and take in the beauty that is the Levi Jackson Wilderness Park. It’s one of my favorite places to unwind in London. I’m currently sitting by the pond, watching the geese and ducks swim. I don’t have to turn around to know that Torin has just got here. There’s a shift in the surrounding air—an intensity that makes me feel alive. I can feel his gaze boring into me, making me smile. God, I love that man.
He sits down beside me, instantly wrapping his arm around me. I’m not a small woman, yet he somehow uses his hold on me and lifts me off the bench and places me securely in his lap. Immediately, his nose burrows into the corner of my neck and he breathes me in deeply.
“Torin?” I question angling my neck to look up at look up at him. He doesn’t respond, but his heated stare is trained on me. He’s glowering, and it makes me sigh.
“Stop looking at me like that, Torin.”
“I don’t fucking like being away from you, Skylar.”
“Sweetheart—”
“I still don’t understand why you feel the need to hide us. I could have picked you up this morning. I don’t like us being a secret. If you think I’m going to keep doing this, you’re fucking crazy. Besides, it’s not like our friends and family won’t see us together from here on out. I don’t care who sees us. I’m fucking proud to be your man.”
I curl my hand against the side of his neck. Torin adjusts me on his lap, making it easier for both of us to look at one another. He cradles me against his chest. I give him a weak smile. I’m emotionally spent. My insides feel raw, but I hate that I’m hurting him.