Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77309 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
I take off my shirt. His eyes go hungry and he doesn’t move. I take off my shorts. He’s staring at me, looking ravenous.
I’m trembling as I start to unhook my bra.
He pulls me against him. Relief floods through my body as he kisses me again, and this time all my hesitation, all my sorrow, all the hurt that won’t let me go, it dissipates into his touch.
This man also knows what it’s like to carry a deep sadness, one that won’t ever let go.
And maybe we can get past it together.
Desire ignites every nerve. Every hair stands on end. My core pulses and tightens. I melt into his mouth, into his taste and his strong tongue as it invades my mouth, and I whimper stupidly, unable to control myself anymore.
Here we are, two people deeply scarred, searching for something better.
I take off my bra. My nipples are so stiff, and they feel so good rubbing against his shirtless, muscular torso.
“Tell me you’re sure about this,” he whispers as one hand slips down my front, teases my breasts, moves down between my legs. “Tell me you’re sure.”
“I’m sure,” I say as his fingers slide beneath my panties.
I’m wet. Soaked through. He rolls along my folds, up into my slit, across my clit. I shiver as his kiss grows feverish, his other fist gripping my hair.
I saw something in him last night. Not the killer, but the man beneath all the trauma. I caught a glimpse of the person Conlan’s been hiding and I want more of him.
He’s protective. He cares about his family and his friends. He’ll do anything to help them—and to save them. He risked his life diving into that pitch-black lake, and even if it came to nothing, he still tried.
That’s the Conlan I want.
He turns me to the bed and lays me down. His body crushes mine, my legs spread. His cock’s hard, straining against the thin workout shorts, grinding in my pussy. He keeps kissing me, lips on my neck, my throat, as he moves lower. To my breasts, licking my nipples, sucking them. God, he’s so handsome, his body a chiseled masterpiece.
My panties come off, but this time, I lean forward and push him back.
He grunts in surprise as I yank off his shorts.
His cock’s hard. It twitches in my hand as I roll my palm over his tip, gathering his precum, stroking down his shaft. He groans, staring at me, leaning back against my pillow. He pulls me so that I’m on my knees, legs spread, and his fingers tease my pussy as I stroke his cock.
“That’s a good girl,” he moans. “Tip to base, up and down. Such a good girl, I love how that feels. I love how wet you are for me right now. Have you been thinking about this all morning?”
“All night,” I admit, moaning. “I’ve been thinking about you all night.”
“I’ve been thinking about you too. It takes all my fucking willpower not to come in here, knowing you’re right down the hall.”
“Why haven’t you?”
“Because I don’t want to scare you away.” His fingers slide inside of me then back to my clit.
I lean forward and take his cock in my mouth. I want to show him that I’m not going to run away so easily. I suck him hard, slide him into my throat. The pleasure of his fingers on my pussy as his cock pumps between my lips loosens my inhibitions. I don’t care if my spit rolls down his shaft. I only care about his moans, and my moans are stifled by his thick, throbbing cock.
“Come here,” he growls, pulling me up. I straddle him and our lips meet, kissing hard. I whimper between his lips as his cock presses against my entrance, his tip soaked with my spit, my pussy soaked with my arousal. “Arch you back. Go ahead, take it slow.”
“Fuck,” I whisper as he presses into me. “God, Conlan. I want this.”
“I want it too. Take all of me, nice and slow.”
He fills me. I drift down his thick cock, shivering with each inch. He stares into my eyes, hands on my hips, until he’s deep inside of me. I shiver, eyes closed, and he leans forward to kiss my neck, my breasts.
“Now ride,” he commands.
And I obey. Working my hips, I move up then down again, gliding along his cock. He’s so hard and it feels so fucking good as I take him, letting him stretch me apart, his hands on my ass.
We move faster. I find the rhythm as he pumps into me, fucking me. I bite his lip and he slaps my ass nice and hard, sending a jolt of pain through the bliss, the contact making the pleasure that much more intense.
I go faster, sweat beads my back. He spanks my ass hard, pulls my hair, and turns me around. I’m on all four as he fucks me from behind, leaning over to rub my clit with his fingers, lips on my throat. “You feel fucking incredible,” he says as he takes me. I’m his, all his, and I buck back against him.