Total pages in book: 156
Estimated words: 158829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 158829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
Enough struggling.
I pause to lose my boxers, shoving them down.
The little noise she makes when my cock springs out, throbbing like mad, almost makes me come on the spot.
“Brock, please,” she whispers, her voice so tight. “Take me now. No condom. I’m on the pill...”
Is she trying to make me blow right here?
I sink down, stroking her hair, my eyes fused to hers as the realization sets in that I’m about to have her skin on skin.
“Since you asked so nicely, Sunshine...”
This time, her pussy has no trouble taking me.
I slide into her warmth with a guttural sound, welcoming that honey-slick sweetness.
“Take my tongue while I fuck you.” I pull her lips open, swiping my tongue on hers.
Fuck, I need to be tangled up in this woman right now.
She must sense it, locking her arms and legs around me so tight, pushing her tongue back against mine as it chases hers around that sweet mouth.
I force my arms under her small frame, gathering her closer.
Fully melded, I don’t move until my balls demand it, relishing her heat, the soft way she moves on my dick as her hips beg for my strokes.
I swallow another moan.
Her pussy clenches.
She whimpers.
Her pussy clenches again.
We’re so fucking close I see stars, total sorcery burning through my skin.
I drive into her, shaking her, finding my pleasure and pulling another orgasm out of her.
Her pussy sucks in every inch of me, so desperately I shudder.
Our eyes connect when she finally looks at me again.
We’re one.
But the way she rocks against me, her last release only lighting her fire.
Her small screams.
Her body, this trembling vessel I need to fill, to ravish, to own.
I can’t fucking hold on for long.
“Piper,” I rasp, twirling my tongue with hers.
Then I go so hard my thrusts lift her off the bed and pummel her ass back into the mattress again, bruising strokes that send us over the edge.
One more push and I’m in to the hilt, my balls all fire and brimstone.
Everything tenses before I erupt a second later, grinding against her, a chorus of animalistic sounds spraying out of me as I fill her.
She tightens around my cock again, giving a breathless moan, convulsing under me in the same sweet perfection.
When the storm lets up, I break that soul-deep kiss and catch my breath before my lips return to hers.
“Sunshine?”
Her arms slide down my back. “Yes?”
“You’re fucking amazing.”
“No argument.” She beams, running her fingers through my hair.
We lie there together, holding each other for the longest time.
I take a strand of her hair and twine it around my finger. “What happens if I fall asleep on you?”
She bites my ear playfully.
“You’ll like the way I wake you up.”
I kiss her forehead again, savoring the salty-sweet taste of her skin.
If I thought she took me straight to heaven on the yacht, I was wrong.
This is the whole paradise package.
Maniacal sex that leaves us both turned inside out and my lips free to wander, to savor her, to pull me deeper into a danger zone I’m afraid to even contemplate.
Even in this beautiful moment where I’m as lost in her eyes as she is in mine, there’s an abyss opening in my gut.
What the hell happens when it’s finally time to say goodbye to Piper Renee?
And why am I so shit scared that the last time might come too soon?
19
Staycation Blues (Piper)
I am airborne.
Everything about the way his tongue moves in my mouth, the way he moves inside of me, the way my head rests perfectly on his shoulder, and the way he holds me tighter when it does is euphoria.
He finishes inside me for the third time tonight with a frenzied growl and crashes down next to me.
“Pi-per,” he whispers breathlessly.
I stroke his face.
He kisses me so tenderly.
“I—you’re—” He lets out another long sigh. “Goddammit. Just lie with me.”
“Someone’s a little flustered.” I giggle.
“Woman, I’m in my glory.” He pulls me closer and in just a few minutes, he’s out cold, snoring like the giant bear of a man he is.
I snicker at how fast he drifts off, kissing his cheek and running my fingers through his lush dark hair.
The way my heart drums scares me as I whisper, “Brock Winthrope, what am I going to do with you? You’re too freaking much.”
And he is.
Too much heart.
Too much muscle.
Too much hope.
Whatever this sweet insanity we’ve started is, it can’t possibly last.
I stare at his perfect silhouette in the darkness, wondering what he wants with me.
Those gorgeous looks are just icing on the Hercules man-cake.
I still can’t believe he sent my father off for an experimental treatment at his own expense. He even sent his freaking driver on a paid vacation just to babysit my little sister.
He cares about people, no matter how much he stomps around and snarls.
I’m so overwhelmed when I steal another kiss from this fallen angel in his sleep.