Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 95080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Because I was fuckin’ miserable without you,” he confessed, obviously unhappy about coming clean.
“Talk to me from now on, huh?”
He grunted, and I couldn’t help smiling as he covered my throat with hot kisses and then moved slowly downward.
“Cord,” I pressed him.
“I swear,” he assured me, and with that I felt him relax in my arms.
His easy grin flushed me with heat, his contentment palpable. He got up just long enough to strip out of his suit pants, and I did the same with my low-rise jeans, grabbing the cuffs and yanking them off.
“They’re on the floor,” he announced evilly before tossing a small tube onto the bed beside me. “Should I fold them?”
“Try not to be such a wiseass.”
He shrugged, and I got a trace of a very wicked grin.
“Always come prepared with the lube, do you?”
“For you? Yeah.”
I was laughing as he flipped me over on my stomach but stopped instantly when he pressed his hard, muscular chest along my back. He felt too good, too hot.
“You want me?” he checked.
“Oh yes.”
“You know, I had no idea your voice could sound like that.”
“Like what?” I asked as I heard the pop-top snap open.
“Like sex,” he rumbled, sliding his lubed middle finger deep inside my ass.
“Cord,” I rasped, bucking under him.
“I was gonna take my time, but I want you too much,” he said, adding another finger and scissoring them.
“Yes,” I whimpered, writhing as he wrapped his left hand around my throat and tipped my head back, curling his fingers into my mouth.
“So you have to take me in.”
“I want to see you.”
When he rubbed his chest over my back, I realized I was slick with sweat that fast, flushing hot and cold as he pressed against my entrance.
“Please, Cord.”
“Trace,” he moaned, his breath rough in my ear before he rolled me to my back and lifted my calves to his shoulders.
As he pushed forward, the slight stretch burning, sucking all the air from my body, I begged him to hurry.
“I don’t wanna hurry.”
“Cord!” I yelled.
“I like this brand-new Tracy who’s crazy about being in bed with me.”
I couldn’t stifle the whine.
“And being out of bed with me.”
He was making a point about how things could be.
“Just with me.”
He was everything I wanted.
“You trust me to be that guy, right? The one for you?”
I understood. I couldn’t hold back. I had to trust him completely. “I do.”
“I’ve waited so long. I wanted it to be me.”
His heart was wide open, and he was inviting me in. “It’s you,” I cried out, knowing I was going to explode if I couldn’t have him. “Cord!” He slid a fraction farther, and I wanted him deeper, harder, faster, and my frustration erupted in a snarl of craving need. “You belong to me now,” I croaked out. “You’re mine.”
“Yours,” he echoed, and thrust home.
The breach took my breath away. I flung out my arms and fisted the blanket in my hands, twisting it tight as he slid almost free and then hammered back inside, over and over, in and out, the press and retreat annihilating any thought but him. There was only Cord, the focus of my world.
He changed his grip, milking my cock with one hand, stroking, squeezing, tugging, keeping the other on my hip, holding tight, lifting me into a position of absolute submission.
He was so big, so strong, and being in his hands, under his power, held, dominated, was something I’d only ever dreamed of.
“I’m gonna come,” I cried.
“Now,” he commanded. “Because you feel so fuckin’ good, I can’t…now!”
My muscles clamped down around the long, hard, hot length of him, and I yelled his name as I came hard, spurting over my abdomen.
He pounded me through my orgasm and the aftershocks, keeping his hands anchored on my hips when he pulsed deep within my body, filling me, my name bouncing off the walls.
I loved the kissing and licking over my throat as he stayed buried inside me, his dick still rock hard as he stroked over my ribs.
“We’re never gonna be apart,” he said softly, gently.
I lifted my gaze to his. “No?”
“No,” he said confidently, then suddenly smiled. “Look at your beautiful dark eyes,” he whispered, leaning down and sealing his lips over mine.
I started shaking then, and he eased from my still-clasping channel, careful with me. After falling down onto the bed, he opened his arms wide. “Come here, honey.”
“When you decide on something, there’s no halfway, huh?”
“Nope,” he said, patting his chest. “I wanna hold you.”
I lifted up and then dropped into his waiting embrace and coiled around him, holding on as tight as I could. He rubbed his chin in my hair as he wrapped me in his strong arms.
“Don’t fall asleep, Trace.”
“No,” I said even as my eyes drifted closed, the man’s warmth irresistible. I found it impossible not to snuggle up into his shoulder.