Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
One second I was hanging on by a few spare threads, and the next I was soaring so high that the scream left my throat whether I wanted it to or not.
I came so hard that I didn’t even feel him stand up behind me. Didn’t feel the tip of his cock sitting at the entrance to my pussy.
Didn’t feel him slide inside until the swing of his balls hit my over-sensitized clit.
I bit down on my arm, moaning despite his telling me not to.
I no longer had control of anything. Not a single thing.
Not the way I would cry out each time he slammed inside of me. Not the way the chair rocked with our unsteady weight. Not the way I was biting down on my skin, digging deep indentations that were on the verge of tearing skin.
Not anything.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, running one of his hands down my spine. “You feel like mine.”
I didn’t tell him that I was his. He already knew that. He was taking me with so much intensity that he knew exactly what he had.
And then he started to move that thumb inside my ass, and I realized that that hadn’t been removed either. That was explaining why I felt so full. That was also explaining why this felt so different than it usually did.
It felt right.
It felt perfect.
It felt oh, so fucking good.
Then he shocked the living shit out of me when he moved his thumb, but only long enough that he could sink two fingers inside with his cock, coating those fingers with me, and then replacing them inside my sensitive hole.
The entire thing took seconds, but it was enough to send my body to the verge of orgasm once again.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” I found myself saying. “Oh, fuck.”
I couldn’t find the words. I didn’t know what to say or think. I didn’t know whether I wanted him to stop, or do more.
And lucky for me, he did know.
He knew that I didn’t want him to stop.
His speed slowed, and he focused on what he was doing to my ass, letting my orgasm wane and my cognitive thinking to come back online.
“There you are,” he growled, pressing against me gently.
“Did I go somewhere?” I breathed, looking at him over my shoulder. “Subspace, maybe?” I teased.
He smiled at me and then leaned forward until his mouth pressed against mine. The position was less than comfortable, but the way his lips felt on mine made me want to endure the stretch and burn in my thighs forever.
“Yeah,” he growled. “I may have put you there, though.”
I laughed into his mouth, and he slowly let his fingers pull from my body.
“One day, I’m going to take you there,” he growled, pronouncing that with a sweep of his fingers against my anus.
I had no control of my filter, otherwise I wouldn’t have said what I said right then.
“You don’t have to wait until one day,” I told him. “You can take me there right now.”
Then I bit my lip at the way his eyes flared in appreciation.
“I do have to wait,” he said, sounding somewhat forlorn. “There isn’t any lube, and there’s no way in hell I’ll take you there the first time without it.”
I pushed up, and he tightened his hold onto my hips, trying to still my movement.
“I have some.”
He let me go so abruptly that I nearly impaled myself on his shaft due to the precarious balance only having one foot on the ground.
“Where?” he barked.
Then he pulled his rock-hard cock out of my pussy, and I really did feel off balance then.
“First drawer of my…” I pointed in the direction of my underwear drawer. “Underneath my thongs to the left.”
He walked away, and I watched at first how his dick led the way, and then the bunch and release of the muscles of his ass as he walked.
Damn.
“Goddamn,” he growled, holding up the bottle.
I didn’t know why I bought it. I’d seen it one day a few months ago and had purchased it on a whim.
I’d even had to go through self-checkout with a cart full of groceries because I didn’t want the male checker that was no more than nineteen to see what I’d gotten.
My cheeks heated when his lust-filled eyes met mine. “Fuckin A.” He paused before he took a single step past the dresser toward where I was now standing. “You’re sure?”
My entire body shivered at the way his voice sounded like he was speaking past a throat full of gravel.
“Yes,” I whispered almost incoherently.
His slow grin was enough to send any sane woman running.
I wasn’t sane.
I was Hannah. Thirty years old, a mom of two, and a stepmom to one. I was a nurse. A normal girl who was in love with a man that set my blood on fire, and he was asking me to do something I’d never, ever considered doing before with anyone else in my life. Not even my ex-husband.