Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
When his words actually registered, every inch of my body became engulfed in arousal. Any further analytical thinking I might have done ended the moment he lifted me onto him, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me with everything he had.
“I’ve never needed anything more than I need you right now, Wren.”
This is really happening.
He flipped me around to lie under him. My body was on fire. I’d dreamed so many times of being in this position, pinned beneath him. Gripping his hair, I pulled him into my body, and he pressed his lips to mine. We fell into a passionate kiss, breaths ragged, limbs writhing, totally lost in each other with no fucks left to give.
I wrapped my legs around his back as he pressed his cock against my clit through his jeans, grinding against me as I bucked my hips.
“Fuck me, Dax,” I begged. “Please. I need you inside me.”
He nodded. “Not gonna stop it this time.”
A second later, I felt his hand slide my pants down before he lowered my panties. I worked to unbuckle his belt as fast as humanly possible and pushed his jeans lower. He suddenly froze as he panted against my neck. “I don’t have anything, Wren.”
I reached over to my side-table drawer and fumbled around until I found one of the condoms that had been in there for…let’s just say, a long time. I’d certainly learned from my past mistakes and always had condoms in my possession, even if I wasn’t currently sexually active. You never knew when you’d need them.
“I’ve got you,” I said, handing him the condom.
I watched with great interest as he took it and ripped the package open before sliding it over his engorged cock.
He hovered over me. “Promise you won’t hate me for this.”
My eyes must have looked like daggers. “I’ll hate you if you stop.”
He lowered himself down. “I’m so fucking weak,” he groaned before spreading my legs and sinking inside. It burned as he stretched me. But no amount of fleeting pain could surpass the intense pleasure of feeling him enter me. He closed his eyes briefly the moment he was balls deep. Then he began moving in and out, fucking me rhythmically the way I’d always dreamed about. And it was ecstasy. I had no idea just how badly I’d needed it until he was actually inside me. Now I couldn’t imagine how I was planning to have lived life without ever having experienced this.
“Please don’t stop,” I begged when he paused.
“I just need a second,” he gasped.
I watched his face as he tried to compose himself and regain control.
A few moments later, he resumed thrusting, harder than before. The bed kept banging against the wall, and he looked into my eyes the entire time. I loved it. I wasn’t used to that during sex. It seemed like he was trying to see inside my soul, maybe needing to burn this experience into his memory.
Because this was the first and last time. We both knew it. That fact was just as unnerving as it was beautiful.
His thick cock filled me in a way I’d never been filled before. I pulsed around him, digging my teeth into his shoulder as I struggled to contain my orgasm; I was ready to explode at any moment.
“You’re incredible,” he muttered as he moved his cock out slowly before thrusting all the way in again. “I wish I could stay inside you forever, but I need to come, Wren.”
“Fuck me as hard as you can, one last time before you let go.”
“You sure?” He panted.
“Yes. I want to feel you tomorrow when we’re not together anymore.”
Dax smiled over my lips and took my words to heart as he sped up his movements, pounding into me with even greater force. I’d never been fucked so hard; I thought the bed might break. Each raspy breath that escaped him matched the rhythm of his thrusts, and every nerve ending in my body tingled. I struggled to prolong this for as long as possible, yet I screamed in pleasure at one point, so close to losing it. He must have thought he’d hurt me.
He slowed. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Am I being too rough?”
“No. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
I kissed him harder and gripped his hair, never wanting to let him go, dreading the end of this. But the clock was ticking. There wouldn’t be time for an encore.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I thought to myself with each thrust. And then I just couldn’t hold it in. My eyes widened as I felt my orgasm beginning to ricochet through me. Dax must have felt it, too, because his body shook shortly thereafter, as if he’d been waiting for the moment he could let go. I felt the heat of his cum fill me through the condom, and he pumped into me with greater force, pushing out the remainder of his load as he groaned, his voice echoing through my room—a beautiful sound I’d never forget.