Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 330(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
He steps closer, his hands sliding up my thighs, gripping tight.
“I want your cock inside me.” I lean back against the counter to look up at him.
He reaches up with one hand to brush my hair back over my shoulder, then cups my cheek. I tilt my face into his palm, savoring how warm he feels. He tips down, until his forehead rests against mine, and his cock is poised between my legs, standing hard, just inches from my pussy.
“Please?” I add, my eyes flickering back up to his, remembering how he liked that earlier.
His cock jumps with tension, and his smirk widens. “I just want to remember this, that’s all,” he says. Then he reaches down to wrap a fist around the base of his cock, and guides his tip to my entrance. “Look at me,” he orders, and I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. My gaze rises to meet his. “I want to feel every fucking inch of you. Savor every second of this.”
Slowly, so slowly it makes my whole body arch up and tremble with anticipation, he begins to press his cock inside me. The head of him slips between my lips and into my pussy, stretching me wide as he goes. He rocks his hips forward, pushes another inch into me, and a moan escapes my lips at the sensation of him filling me.
He keeps moving, keeps rocking back and pressing forward again, until, inch by inch, his cock pushes deep into my pussy. Finally, when he’s fully inside me, he pauses again, his eyes on mine, savoring my reaction.
His hands slide around my waist, tight, holding me steady.
“God, you feel good,” he murmurs. “So fucking tight.”
I clench my pussy muscles around him, and he smirks in response. I do, too. “Fuck me,” I breathe.
And he obeys me. He draws out and pushes back into me, faster this time, hard enough to make my ass rock against the countertop. His hands pin me in place, and he starts to build up rhythm, pulling out and thrusting back into me faster with each pass. I rock with him—or at least, I try to, thrusting my hips, but I can only move so far with his big, strong hands pinning me there, holding me right where he wants me.
At the same time, my hands trace over his chest, feeling the plains of his muscles, memorizing the feel of his body.
His scent envelops me, musky and heady all at once, and when his mouth comes down on mine again, I moan into his kiss, because it just feels so fucking good to surrender control, to let him take me however he wants.
He buries his face in my neck, his hands so tight they almost hurt, but the pain only adds to the pleasure. He growls, then, and the sound sends sparks through my body. “Fuck, Cassidy.” He bites my neck, his teeth sharp, stinging, but I moan with pleasure at the sting.
“Lark…”
“I need you,” he says, and those words send a pulse through me, make my belly tighten and my legs clamp tight around his waist. All the while, he continues to thrust into me, over and over, and the pressure builds, my whole body on fire with want for him.
“I want to hear you come for me,” he says again, and then, without warning, he pulls me up and off the counter, holding me in his arms. I cling onto him. At this angle, it drives his cock into me, right along my front wall, dragging over my G-spot as he holds me up in his arms and fucks me, hard and fast, his thick cock driving me wild.
“Come for me, Cassidy,” he orders, and there’s no disobeying the steely command in his voice.
I’m so close, right at the edge, my whole body shaking, my breath coming in fast pants.
“Do it,” he says, louder, and I scream as I come undone.
The orgasm hits me full force, makes my whole body tremble. He keeps right on fucking me. He pushes my ass back against the counter and pounds into me, his balls slapping against my pussy lips with every deep, hard thrust. His cock fills me, makes me feel stuffed, so fucking full. My body arcs back, away from him, and his lips find my breast, suck my nipple into his mouth as he continues to fuck me.
I’m still moaning when the second orgasm comes, hard on the heels of the first, making me writhe across the countertop. He slides his hands under the arch of my back, supporting me, holding me in midair as he nears his own finish.
He finishes with a growl, pulling me against him, crushing my soft curves into his chest as his cock thrusts deep into me. I’m still panting, slick with sweat, when he pulls out of me, bends to kiss me, softer this time, his lips lingering against mine.