Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
A moan was muffled against his mouth at the feel of his hard lines against my softer ones.
But then he folded up to a seated position, taking me with him. He kept moving forward, bending me back until I was against the mattress.
His weight pressed down on me, a welcome pressure, as his lips slanted over mine again and again, as his hips ground down against me.
His weight shifted onto one arm as he reached into the nightstand before making quick work of protecting us.
Then his lips were on mine again, softer, deeper, as my hips writhed, and he ground down against me.
But just not quite what either of us wanted.
“Sully, please,” I whimpered when his lips moved to my ear.
“Fucking love you begging for my cock,” he said, voice rough, as he ground down against me one more time before shifting back.
His gaze found mine right before he surged forward, taking all of me in one deep thrust that had us both gasping.
“Fuck,” Sully hissed, the sound mingling with my whimper as my walls tightened around him and my hips rocked.
Sully sucked in a deep breath, trying to find some control again.
But we were both too far gone.
My hands sank into his ass, grinding him into me as my hips rolled.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
We were pure instinct then, raw need.
I met his thrusts, my hips rocking, my fingers digging crescents into his shoulders, his hips, his ass as he drove me closer and closer to that edge.
“That’s it, baby,” Sully groaned as my walls got tighter and tighter. “Let me feel you come for me.”
Just like that, I did.
The ends of my cries were muffled as his lips claimed mine while he drove into me over and over, dragging it out.
But he wasn’t done with me.
Not yet.
He was still long and hard inside of me when I finally came back down.
But his movements when he started thrusting again were slow and deep, giving me a chance to come back down, while somehow still managing to drive me back up.
Once he sensed the change, he rolled us onto our sides, pulling my leg up over his hip, then rocking, the new position driving me up faster. Until my moans were frustrated whimpers and my hips tried to move faster.
Sully chuckled, rolling onto his back, letting me straddle him instead, to take control.
“Let me watch you fuck me,” he said, hands sinking into my hips. I would normally be getting up in my head again right then. But the desire in his eyes chased all those thoughts away. “Show me how you like to be fucked,” he said as I started to move, dragging a little whimper out of me.
There wasn’t an ounce of control in me then, no concern about my best angles. I rode him hard and fast, grinding down hard to engage my clit even as the angle let him hit that top wall just right.
When the next orgasm tore through me, the sound I made was more of a cry than a moan.
Sully thrust up into me, dragging out the orgasms before coming with a quiet curse, his whole body going tight.
Body jelly, I fell forward into him, my face curled into his neck. My heartbeat carried on an alarming bass beat in my chest. But against me, Sully had the same struggle.
I tried to focus on slow, deep breaths to ease that frantic breathing.
Seeming to sense the problem, Sully’s hands started to gently slide up and down my back, creating little shivers that stole my focus until my body naturally evened everything out.
Sully rolled us both to our sides again, sliding away from me. Then, with a soft kiss to my lips, he moved off of the bed.
“Feel free to ogle my ass as I walk away,” he told me with a boyish smile that was made all the more charming by the lock of hair that had fallen across one of his eyes.
“In that case,” I said with a playful smile, folding up, pulling the blankets with me because I wasn’t quite at his level of carefree, then sat up to watch.
“That’s my girl,” he said, smiling wider, completely oblivious to the way his words made my belly swoop and my heart stammer.
Oooh, I was in trouble.
As much as some part of me wanted to blame the sex and those feel-good hormones it released, I knew better.
The sex was great.
Amazing.
The best, actually.
But these feelings had been growing since almost the moment we’d met. He’d just so effortlessly known how to handle me, how to calm me down, how to relate to me, but never treated me like less than just because my life experiences were so different from his.
Sometimes, when you were shy or introverted or anxious, people who were effortlessly extroverted tended to infantilize you. Sully didn’t do that at all. He could give me softness without acting like if he handled me wrong, I might shatter.