Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Needy,” she countered.
I rubbed the head of my cock through her slippery folds, greasing the way. I wasn’t full of myself, but my cock wasn’t small. As much as I wanted to slam inside her, I fed her my cock inch by fucking inch.
The veins in my neck had to be popping to the surface because the feel of her warm inner walls taking me had me ready to explode. It wasn’t until I was balls deep that I began to move and rub over that spot inside her that made her squeal. Fuck me.
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The deeper he went, my body tingled for more. My nerve endings were sensitive to every tiny move. When he cupped my breast and pinched my nipple, I gasped and tensed. Which apparently did something to my insides because the man cursed. Loving the idea that I could affect him like that, I tightened my core again, and he lost a step in his rhythm. I bit my lip.
The man hadn’t let go of my nipple, but then his other hand was between my legs. I didn’t think I could reach another level of pleasure until then. I begged incoherently, as I couldn’t recall the words that left my mouth.
He released my nipple as his fingers brought me there with pressure on my clit. I came hard and clenched when I did. I buried my face in the pillow, screaming from the high of it. He wasn’t far behind me, filling me up as he promised.
He tugged me down to the mattress. I lay in the curve of his body as he spooned me from behind. I didn’t have the breath to speak. Instead, I nuzzled my head back at the juncture of his neck as he kept a protective arm around me.
Never had I slept with a man. Not like this. As I easily drifted off, I could only think about how this was the first time we had sex on our own terms.
At one point, I awoke. Nightmares chased me to the surface of consciousness. Sweat cooled on my skin and Shawn was gone. I blinked a few times and heard hushed tones coming from the other side of the room. Just hearing his murmurs slowed my racing heart. He hadn’t left me. I wasn’t dreaming. The nightmare was over. I was safe and felt sleep drawing me back into its clutches.
I turned over and saw him speaking on his phone. My drowsy brain couldn’t make sense of what he was saying. It was enough to know he was still in the room. My eyes shut, and I fell into sleep again.
Hours later, when I opened my eyes again, Shawn was back. His thumb drew circles around my nipple, and I groaned. In the next moment, he was lifting my leg and sliding the long shaft of his hard cock so deep I was wide awake. The man knew the art of fucking, if there was such a thing. If I’d known sex would be like this, I might not have waited so long to give myself to a man.
Then again, it was this man who made fucking so enjoyable. As much as I enjoyed the hard, fast romp we had hours before, this languid pace made my heart flutter. Slow your roll, I told myself. No falling in love. Enjoy the moment and remember it. Shawn didn’t seem like a man looking for love. It was doubtful he ever once in his life couldn’t find a willing woman if he had an itch he wanted to scratch.
But even I got caught up in the spell of his lovemaking. It felt far from fucking. It was probably a good thing I couldn’t see his face. He’d gone so cold last night that I’d almost stayed in the room and hadn’t gone for what I wanted. What had happened to me and what we’d encountered last night had reminded me life was short.
Once Shawn got Ruin, he’d likely disappear from my life. And who knew if I’d find a man I’d trust enough to give myself to again?
We came not in a rush but just as powerful. Our skin was dewy with sweat as we lay there together.
“Are you hungry?” he asked. I might have said no, but my stomach growled in answer. “Eggs and bacon?”
“Sounds good.”
When he pulled out, I wanted to weep. Intimacy was an incredible thing that played with your emotions. There was so much I wanted to say. Until I noticed the tracker on the nightstand. I picked it up along with his shirt from the floor and pulled it on before exiting the room.
“Should we keep this?” I asked, holding the tracker up so he could see.
He turned to face me. “We have the advantage at the moment of knowing he knows where we are.”