Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 635(@200wpm)___ 508(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 635(@200wpm)___ 508(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
“Miami,” he repeats, the word rough in his throat. “That’ll work.”
And this is the magic green light. Rocky holds my face, his hand diving into the sweaty tendrils of my hair, and as he descends on my lips with a crushing, aching kiss, he grinds against my pussy. Teasing. Still just teasing.
Until he’s not. Our kisses leave my lips swollen, and he fastens his eyes onto mine as he thrusts into me. His guttural noise and my sharp breath electrify my senses, and he holds my face steady while he flexes deeper into me, pumping. I take more of his length little by little, the pace tantalizing and hypnotic, and the feeling of Rocky filling me carefully and completely is shaking my limbs.
“I . . .” I moan, not even sure what I planned to say. “Oh . . . my God.” He’s in me. He’s in me. I cling on to his biceps, unable to even arch my hips and reciprocate the movement. His deep penetrating thrusts take total control of me, and I bask in the essence of being this close and intimate with Rocky.
His jaw muscles tic, gritting down on a groan, and he pries my hands off his biceps. Pulling my arms overhead and nailing my wrists to the mattress, he clutches my face with his other hand, and my legs are helpless, just a quaking, shuddering mess on either side of his waist.
His firm, glistening chest welds with my soft skin, and I’m so lost inside this moment. To the way he traps me beneath him, like no one else will ever reach me or touch me but him. To the way he pounds my swollen pussy, jostling my body upward with each plunge inside me, and we’re bound together, rocking to the stormy waves of our love.
Our grunts and moans and throaty approvals of pleasure are all I hear. The horror movie, though loud, is shot so far out of my brain.
“Rocky,” I whimper, tears wetting the creases of my eyes. I’m going to come. Holy . . . I shudder again beneath him.
His hot, agonizing breath ghosts my lips, and he stares into me. “You think your cunt can keep taking me? Because I’m not stopping. I’m never fucking stopping.”
True to his word, Rocky does not stop.
I’m sent over the cliff as soon as he thrusts and whispers exactly what he’s doing to me in graphic detail.
I cry out, my fingers curling while his grip tightens on my wrists, and my hips buck in an explosive, earth-shattering climax. An orgasm ripples out of me in pulsing waves, and my entire body trembles like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
Rocky sits up on his knees and clasps my hips. Pulling me against his groin, he continues the eternal fucking, and I see him slide in and out of me. Holy fuck. My lips split apart, and I’m unable to catch my breath as he begins to build me up again.
When he slips fully out, he’s still so hard, and though I’m breathless, my energy isn’t near depleted. We’re steam engines. I should’ve known our first time would be as inexhaustible as we are.
I climb off the bed, locked into his hunger as he stalks after me, but I walk backward and pretend like I’m finished. “Thanks for the climax. It was good. Middle-of-the-road. Like a soft handshake.”
“Is that what it was, you little liar?” He reaches me, his palm on the small of my back. He’s guiding me to the wall, but I jerk away from him. Rocky catches me around the hips and pushes my front so hard against the wall with his build seared to my back.
Holy shit. I ache between my legs. The feeling of being pressed so forcefully against the wall by him is doing a number on me. I can almost sense Rocky drinking in the way I’m melting.
Turning my head to try and see him, I rasp, “I’m done.” I don’t really mean it. If I did, I would’ve used the safe word.
He pauses, gauging my expression. “You’re not done.” He draws my hips a little backward into him, his cock brushing against my ass, and when I try to reach around for his arm, he confines my wrists above my head. And then, he pushes inside my pussy again.
I’m in love with this. I’m in love with him, bleeds deeper like indelible ink on my heart.
Rocky bites back a groan. “Fuck,” he curses hotly, and keeping me trapped against the wall, he fists a handful of my hair. Yes, yes, God, yes.
I’m dizzy. The heady rush weakens my knees, but Rocky slams into me with the vigor of a celestial demon. I guess he’s always been more of a fallen angel.
“Is this middle-of-the-road?” he breathes against my ear.
Not at all.