Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I shout his name, coming again, as I feel him stretching me. It doesn't hurt. It feels…like I'm his now. Like he's mine. I like it, way too much. I claw his shoulders, writhing on his cock as waves crash over me.
He roars my name, falling still as I tremble and shake my way through it. But it isn't enough. Already, I ache for more. For everything.
"More," I beg, rocking against him—as shameless as he's been for weeks. "Please, more."
He groans, pressing me back against the wall as he begins to fuck me in deep strokes that I feel all the way to my soul.
I cry out as he pounds into me, every deep stroke hitting that magic spot inside me. The drag of his cock against my inner walls is exquisite, the perfect mix of pleasure and pain.
"Fuck, Molly," he groans, his fingers digging into the globes of my ass as he holds me steady. "You feel so goddamn perfect. Like you were made just for me."
"I was," I gasp, the words tumbling from my lips without thought. "I'm all yours, Easton."
A wounded sound leaves his throat as he dips his head, claiming my mouth in a hard kiss. Our tongues tangle and teeth clash as we devour each other, lost to the intensity raging between us.
Water sluices over us, the steam swirling around us and fogging up the glass. The slick slide of our wet skin only heightens every sensation. His body feels so damn strong and powerful against mine, all hard muscle and smooth skin. I can't get enough, can't stop touching him everywhere I can reach.
My nails score down his back as the pressure builds inside me again, winding tighter and tighter. I'm so close, right there on the edge. I just need…
"Touch yourself, princess," he commands against my lips as if reading my mind. "Make yourself come on my cock."
I slip my hand between our bodies, shuddering as I obey. My fingers roll over my clit, a sob climbing up my throat.
"Goddamn, look at you playing with that pretty pussy while I fuck you," he rasps.
I rub my clit faster, harder, my inner walls fluttering around his cock.
"That's it, baby," he growls, his voice rough and wrecked as he slams into me. "Let me feel you coming all over my cock like a good girl."
His words send me flying, a scream tearing from my throat as I shatter into a million pieces. My vision goes white as rapture crashes through me, stealing my breath and wiping my mind of everything but him. I convulse around him, my body milking his, trying to pull him over the edge with me.
"Fuck, Molly!" he roars, slamming into me one last time as he explodes. His big body shudders against mine, his fingers digging into my flesh hard enough to leave marks as I feel every hot pulse of his release.
Then and only then do I realize that he's not wearing a condom…that we didn't even discuss a condom. And I'm not on birth control.
I could get pregnant.
My inner muscles clamp around him again at the thought.
When he groans, I bury my face in his throat, breathing hard as I try to process just how much I want his babies.
He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly. His lips brush my ear. "I'm never letting you go," he whispers, his voice steadying me.
I'm pretty sure he means it…and I'm equally as sure that I want him to mean it. He's stealing my heart, every damn piece of it. And somewhere along the way, the thought of giving it to him stopped being so damn terrifying.
"Okay," I whisper back, and then lift my head to look at him. "But you should probably put me down soon. I don't think the hot water is going to last forever, Easton."
He grins, his eyes light as he meets my gaze. "Baby, the water's been freezing for the last ten goddamn minutes." He shifts slightly and frigid droplets rain down on my legs.
I squeal in shock, practically climbing the wall to get away from the water. He throws his head back under the freezing cold spray, laughing like a madman. He's completely lost his mind. But in this moment, with his arms around me and freezing water raining down on us, I've never been happier or felt safer.
Chapter Eight
Easton
"Ijust need to grab a few…" Molly trails off, gaping around her living room with wide eyes as I watch, gauging her reaction. She goes stock still and then blinks slowly as if trying to convince herself that she's seeing what she thinks she's seeing.
Watching her put the pieces together is fascinating. Every little thing plays out across her face like a movie flickering across a screen. First, there's shock. Then, realization. Finally, awe and consternation as she turns to face me.