Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
She moans softly, her hands sliding up my back as she presses herself closer, her body already reacting to mine. “Then show me,” she whispers, her voice thick with desire. “Show me how much you want me.”
That’s all it takes. I’m all over her, my hands roaming over every inch of her body, my lips trailing hot, desperate kisses down her neck, across her chest. I pull off her shirt in one swift motion, revealing her soft, perfect breasts, and I take one into my mouth, teasing her nipple with my tongue as she gasps, arching against me.
Her body is driving me wild, the way she responds to every touch, every kiss. I can feel her getting wetter, hotter, as I slide my hand between her thighs, teasing her, making her tremble beneath me.
“Cade... please,” she gasps, her voice breathless, her hips moving against my hand.
I groan against her skin, my fingers slipping inside her, feeling how ready she is. “God, you’re perfect,” I murmur, kissing my way down her body, my lips grazing the soft skin of her stomach, the place where our baby is growing. The thought of it—her carrying my child—makes me even more desperate to claim her.
I move lower, my tongue teasing her folds, and she cries out, her hands tangling in my hair as I taste her, making her moan, making her squirm. She’s so wet, so sweet, and I can’t get enough.
But I need more. I need all of her.
I pull back, lifting her up and positioning her on top of me, guiding her down onto my cock. The feeling of her, so tight, so perfect, has me groaning, my hands gripping her hips as she starts to move, riding me slowly at first, then faster as the need between us grows.
“Cade,” she moans, her hands on my chest, her body trembling with every thrust. “God, I love you.”
“I love you too,” I groan, my hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them as she rides me harder, the heat between us building to an unbearable level.
She’s so fucking beautiful, her body moving over mine, her breasts bouncing with every movement, her moans filling the room. I can feel her getting closer, her body tightening around me, and I’m right there with her, barely holding on.
“Come for me, Lena,” I growl, thrusting up into her, driving her over the edge.
She cries out, her body trembling as she comes, her release soaking me, and I lose it. I thrust into her one last time, pulling out just as I come, spilling my release across her belly.
But I’m not done.
The sight of my release glistening on her soft skin, her belly rising and falling with each breath, drives me wild.
I reach down, my fingers tracing through the hot mess I’ve left on her stomach, her eyes locked on mine, filled with desire and anticipation. She’s so damn beautiful like this—completely open, trusting me, wanting more. I love that look in her eyes, that need for me to keep pushing her, to keep making her feel.
I guide her back onto the bed, her body soft and pliant beneath me, and I settle her onto her back. I spread her legs gently, teasing her inner thighs with light touches, feeling her shudder under my fingertips. Her body is still quivering from her last orgasm, and I’m going to give her another—one that’ll have her screaming my name.
With slow, deliberate movements, I slide my fingers into her again, slick with my own release. She gasps, her hips bucking as the mixture of sensations overwhelms her, my cum and her own arousal making everything even hotter, even more intense.
“Cade,” she moans, her head falling back into the pillow, her chest rising as she breathes in short, desperate gasps.
I lean over her, my lips brushing against her ear. “You like that, don’t you? Feeling my cum inside you like this?”
She nods, her breath catching as I start to move my fingers, slow at first, teasing her, making her tremble. Her hands grip the sheets, her legs spreading wider, giving me full access as I push deeper, curling my fingers just right. She’s already so wet, so sensitive, and I know she’s on the edge again, so close to losing control.
I speed up, thrusting my fingers faster, watching as her body reacts, her back arching, her moans growing louder, more desperate. She’s right there, hovering on the brink, and I want to take her over it. I want to make her explode for me.
“Come for me, Lena,” I murmur against her neck, my fingers moving faster, harder, hitting that sweet spot inside her. “I want to feel you come. I want you to let go.”
And she does.
With a final, breathless moan, her body tenses, and she cries out, her release gushing around my hand as she squirts, soaking the sheets beneath her. The sight, the sound, the way her body shakes with pleasure—it’s everything. I keep my fingers moving, drawing out every last bit of her orgasm, making her tremble and gasp as I push her higher, further, until she’s completely spent.