Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I pushed my hips back, shoving against him and fucking backward onto his two fingers, forcing the matter. It hurt, and a bit of sharp pain went through me, but I couldn’t care.
I didn’t feel like I’d just been waiting for this tonight. I felt like I’d been waiting for something like this for a very long time, but I hadn’t known what I was looking for.
Emmett was someone I could really level with.
I trusted him, actually. Being vulnerable with him earlier had felt so right, even though it didn’t make any sense logically. I wanted to be more vulnerable with him. I wanted to be raw. What did I have to lose?
We could fight right, and it only made sense that we would fuck right, too.
He moaned deeply as he felt me shoving back against him. His free hand came down to grip against my waist.
“You’re so eager,” he said.
“I go all the way, or I don’t go at all.”
He hummed as he pulled his fingers out of me. I heard the sound of the condom wrapper opening, and I leaned over, turning to look up at Emmett.
He was slicking himself up, looking down at me.
“All yours,” I said, my voice coming out sounding a little desperate.
“Tell me if you need me to stop,” he said. “Because I’m not going to hold back.”
My cock throbbed. “Please.”
His hand came down to grip the side of my ass hard. I felt his slick, warm tip line up with my hole and a brief moment of fear washed over me. He started to push inside and I hissed through clenched teeth, reaching out to grip a fistful of the blanket on the couch.
It really hurt, for a moment, as his thick tip started to press against my tight ring, slowly working me open.
But I wanted it too badly to care.
We had earned this. Pushed each other to our limits. And I wanted to be as close to him as humanly possible, wanted him inside me, because Emmett had shown me that I could be his equal.
All at once I realized that what Emmett had been able to do for me, against all odds, was to help me forget who I was, even for short bursts of time.
I was always in the moment with him.
I groaned as he pushed deeper, and my fingers clenched around the blanket in front of me.
“Don’t stop,” I uttered.
“Breathe,” he said in a low voice, his palm steady against the small of my back. I’d never known how much it could turn me on to have another man reminding me to breathe, but it worked, with him.
He was right. The more I breathed evenly, the more I relaxed into the pressure and tension, the better it felt. What started out as pain gave way to a richer, deeper sensation.
I was actually getting fucked.
Why was that so goddamn hot?
“Yes,” I said, my voice coming out in a whisper. I cleared my throat, straightening out my spine, and spoke again more confidently. “God, I want you to fuck me.”
He knew how to pace it better than I did, and he didn’t start thrusting right away. But slowly, as he worked me open, he began to move faster. To push a little deeper. To give me inch after inch of him, as my body heated up underneath him.
“I needed this,” he murmured above me. “God, I needed you, Storm.”
My neglected cock throbbed. “You can have all of me.”
He moved forward and finally, I felt the base of his groin hit my skin. I was taking all of him. I felt so full and so stretched and so much like I belonged to him, like this.
I was his.
I didn’t know what it meant, but it was like nothing I’d ever felt before. I trusted him completely.
“We should have done this sooner,” I uttered, squeezing around him. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
“You mean when we were constantly fighting? When you met me and wanted to sock me in the jaw?”
He moved out slightly and even the little bit of change in sensation inside me made my cock throb again.
“Yes,” I said. “I mean, we could have still hated each other, but we could have been fucking the whole time.”
He laughed, a genuine, low chuckle that I could feel against my skin as he leaned over me. “There’s no one like you, Storm.”
“Good,” I said. “Because I want to do this again. And I want to fuck you, too—holy hell, that sounds so hot.”
He hummed. “It’s settled. Next time we’re feeling like we want to kill each other, I’ll remind you that we should just fuck it out, instead.”
“Please,” I breathed. “Anytime. All of the time.”
He moved out and then thrusted back into me. The pain returned for a moment, but it was diminishing more and more each time, now.