Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
I arched as my walls clamped around him in a fit of pleasure.
“Fuck me. So ready. So eager,” he grunted.
I whimpered in desperation when he withdrew, and one of those rough, brutal chuckles rolled through the air. “Don’t fret. Just givin’ you a second to think about the way it’s going to feel when it’s my cock filling you full.”
He leaned down and undid his boots, those eyes on me the whole time, then he rose.
A fortress.
A mountain.
A hedge of both safety and desolation.
River ticked the button of his jeans, and the sound of him undoing his zipper echoed through the dense air.
He shoved down both his jeans and underwear, shucking them off, and he came to stand in front of me completely bare.
Every part of my being bowed in his direction, heart and spirit and body vying to meet with him.
A fire incinerated as I took him in.
His skin was a menacing canvas of ink, a vast expanse of death and depravity. Rippling, carved strength. Every muscle in his body was tight in anticipation.
His cock was heavy and huge and pointed for the sky, and I gulped all over again at the piece of metal that pierced him at the tip.
His tip that dripped with precum, his need so grave that I could taste it saturate the oxygen.
I should be afraid, but I’d never felt so safe.
He reached for his jeans and pulled a condom from the pocket, and the man watched me the entire time as he ripped it open then covered his cock. “And you’re about to have me.”
A tremble rocked me through when River set one knee on the bed, then the other, tattooed hands on my knees as he remained on his.
He towered over me.
“I need you. I didn’t think I’d ever need anyone or want anyone, but it’s you. It’s you.” The confession bled from my whimpering tongue, and River prodded me to move up into the middle of the bed.
I pushed myself back and he followed, and he planted both hands on either side of my head as he hovered over me. His cock bobbed and bounced between us, sending chills racing through me when the tip brushed my belly.
He leaned in so his mouth was at my ear, and he rumbled in that low, vicious voice, “That’s because you belong to me.”
He reached between us, and I felt the blunt head of his penis pushing at my center. So enormous and hard that a wave of trepidation skittered across my flesh, but River’s mouth was on me again, kissing the panic away as his fingers played through my hair.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “I promised you pleasure, and I fuckin’ meant it.”
The wave of anxiety rolled away, pulled back into the sea he was going to sweep me under as he slowly began to press himself inside me.
I gave and he overcame.
Tiny cries whimpered from my tongue, and my fingers scored deep into his back as I struggled to adjust to him.
To the feel of him.
To the size of him.
To the magnitude of him.
Crushing and devastating and perfecting.
While he grunted and growled as he nudged in and out, each time taking me a little deeper. Every muscle in his body was locked with barely contained control.
As if it were taking every ounce of willpower inside himself not to snap.
My head rocked back as he filled me so full I couldn’t breathe, and it broke the impassioned kiss.
River buried his face in my throat with a groan.
“Fuck.” It vibrated out of him in a roll of pleasured pain. “Fuck, Charleigh. You feel so good. Nothin’ in this world has ever compared to you.”
I gasped, panting toward the ceiling. “Nothing.”
He pushed up onto his elbows. His eyes had darkened to pitch, a toiling storm ripping through a black, endless sea, and his giant frame curled over me as he held me in the security of his massive arms.
He slowly edged back before he jutted back in.
That time it was me who was emitting the whimper of pleasured pain, so perfect and extreme and more than anything I’d ever felt or experienced.
“Knew you were going to wreck me, Charleigh. Knew once I got inside you, I wasn’t ever going to want to be anywhere else. Going to live in this body, baby,” he grunted as he pulled almost all the way out before he rocked in again.
Harder that time.
“Do you feel that? The way you were meant for me? Your pussy hugging my cock? Made for me, Charleigh. Made for me.”
His words were coarse, scraping the air with the lust that addled the atmosphere.
The next time he thrust in, my hips rose to meet him, my chest arching from the bed and my nipples brushing against his pecs.
“Yes. I feel it. I feel you,” I rasped.