Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Boned pressed a kiss to my collarbone then trailed kisses all the way up to my ear. “Nice and slow, baby. That’s how I want it.” His large hands gripped my waistline and then guided me up and down, directing my pace down his shaft. His large shoulders rested against the couch, and he pressed his big feet to the ground to raise his hips to meet my movements.
His chest was twice my width and three times my size. I could easily rest both of my arms against him, from my elbow to my fingertips. I leaned against him for support, my hips rolling dramatically to push him inside me. “Stop.” He was pushing up against me, making an effort when he should be sitting still. “My turn.” When I asked him to make love to me, I lay there while he did all the work. He fulfilled my fantasies, making me feel like the most desirable woman he’d ever been with. He made me feel loved, like I was the only woman who’d ever graced his sheets.
He stopped raising his hips and sank deeper into the couch. He was a man who liked to always be in control, to do all the fucking when we were together. But he enjoyed it when I took the reins and gave a good performance. His jaw tightened as he felt me push my tight pussy down onto his length over and over. I was wet, and every time he was fully inside me, he winced like the pleasure was too much.
I pressed my palms into his hard pectorals. “I love you.”
He gripped my waist tighter, squeezing me while an animalistic growl came from his mouth. He didn’t repeat the sentiment back to me, choosing to enjoy listening to the words rather than repeating them.
My arms circled his neck, and I pressed my tits against his chest, my nipples dragging against his hard muscles as I moved up and down. I pressed my mouth against his and kissed him, my lips trembling as I felt the mouth I fantasized about when he was gone. I took his bottom lip between mine and moaned in his face, my nails cutting into his neck. This was the only man I could ride like this, who had such a big dick that I could be right against him and still enjoy most of his length. I was sitting on top of a warrior, a man with so much power that nothing could ever hurt me again. The head of his cock hit me in the right spot over and over again, and I already felt my thighs shake against his hips. I didn’t want to come so soon, but every time I exploded around his dick, it always pleased him.
I rode his dick a little harder, my hips making all the decisions now. I breathed into his mouth because I couldn’t kiss him anymore. All I could think about was the small explosion happening between my legs. A cosmic blast that set the world on fire, my orgasm made my hips buck instinctively. I held on to him so I wouldn’t slip away, and I moaned right in his face while I enjoyed the amazing things his cock did to me. “Griffin…I love your cock.” I’d never been with a man with a more impressive size. Not only was he big, but he knew how to use his size in the best ways possible.
His hands palmed both of my tits, and he flicked his thumb across my nipples, making them pebble in agitation. “He loves you too, baby. You’re going to come for me one more time before I fill that pussy. That’s how I want to come, watching you come for me.”
I pressed my forehead against his and continued to move up and down, my clit dragging against his hard body during my movements. I’d just clenched his dick with my powerful orgasm, but I could feel the arousal course through my body all over again. My nails dug into him, and my pussy smeared his length with my cream. The sexual passion between us was overwhelming, packed with chemistry and insatiable lust. But there was an undeniable connection between us, something even more powerful than this combustive attraction. It was deep and pure, full of love, devotion, and loyalty. Nothing could come between us, not the war between our families, the time we spent apart, or the other men and women who came before us. We were so different, but we fit together so perfectly. This was love, real love. It was the thing that some people searched for their entire lives and never found. But Bones and I had it. We had it the moment we met, even under terrible circumstances. Neither one of us could deny it, and gradually, something very ugly grew into something painfully beautiful.