Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 137131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
He crosses to the other side of the room while I peel off my panties and wait for him on the bed, splayed out for his delight.
Eyes fixed on me, he unwraps a condom and slides it on.
I’m breathless with awe.
“Treat me like your fantasy girl tonight. It must get lonely without a woman,” I say as he crawls over, pressing me into the mattress without a word. His cock teases my entrance, his big head dragging over my clit. “Rough, hard, whatever you like…”
“You are my fantasy, Winnie. Every honey-sweet inch of you.” He edges himself against my clit again, almost inside me.
I swear, that ‘almost’ is going to be the death of me.
I arch my back, chasing the tantalizing pressure of his cock.
His next kiss is hard and punishing. I love that he doesn’t feel like he needs to hold back.
Not with me, maybe not with anyone. I don’t know much about his sex life, but I also don’t care.
This isn’t about our past.
This is our present.
Our moment.
Tonight was made for us.
When he still doesn’t slide inside me, though, I wrap my legs around him and give him what he needs.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Louder,” he whispers. “Beg louder because I can’t fucking hear you.”
I shiver.
I guess this is payback for wanting to hear what he wants. He needs to be in charge and I like it.
Even though this is new for us, I love the give and take, the frantic chase of flesh and words and explosive passions.
That’s what good sex should be—give and take.
Later, we can figure out specifics.
Later.
“Please,” I hiss again, rubbing myself against him. “I want you inside me.”
With a satisfied smirk, he finally grabs his cock and pushes inside, slowly and firmly.
A good thing, too—he stretches me like I knew he would, almost splitting me open. It’s a good pain, the sensation of being filled so completely I can’t breathe.
I need more.
More, more, more, until he’s fully inside me, and he releases a breath that’s more like a torn sigh.
His soul exiting his huge body, maybe.
“Does it hurt?” he asks, brushing my hair back from my face when he’s finally seated in me to the hilt.
“Only if you stop.”
He chuckles, this gritty whisper through clenched teeth, and then his hips start moving.
Oh.
Oh, God.
Now, it’s my turn to feel my soul take flight.
In all my years, all my messy hookups, I have never, ever felt a cock built like a battering ram.
But it’s not just the wonderful way he wields it with every greedy pump of his hips.
It’s the full ensemble that takes me apart shockingly fast.
The weight of him pressing against me every time he goes deep.
The intimacy, the way he looks at my face like it’s the sunrise.
The unbearable, almost killing friction of his cock moving in me.
This time, when I come, it’s an avalanche.
I clench around him, throw my head back, and let out this hitched scream that splits the night.
And I’m only halfway through when I feel him tense, when those bed-breaking strokes deep inside me suddenly stop and he holds his cock so, so deep.
Archer erupts inside me, pouring himself out with a curse, filling me with a molten heat I swear I can feel through the condom.
Holy flaming shit.
And later, when he pulls out reluctantly and we’re spent, lying there with the dim moonlight streaming through the window, it feels different from the other times I’ve had sex.
It’s hot and sweaty and primal, yes. But as he rolls off me and cooler air dances across my skin, I feel something new.
Without him, I feel empty.
And when he clambers back into bed after disposing of the rubber, tucking me into his side like going back to my room isn’t even an option, the feeling eases.
It’s slowly replaced by this liquid warmth that’s so different from the delirious heat still chasing itself around my veins.
Sleep finds me quickly in his arms.
But before I go under, I feel his lips pressed against the soft skin behind my ear, a whisper without words.
Winnie Emberly, you are in trouble.
You’re so fucking mine and there’s no going back.
14
UNBEELIEVABLE (ARCHER)
Idon’t think I’ve woken up this happy in the past ten years.
At first, I don’t even know why.
It’s like I’ve been drenched in the most glorious honey scent and I want to drown in it.
Then she wiggles her plush little ass against me and my dick reminds me exactly why I feel like a billion dollars.
Winnie.
Stifling a growl, I slide my hand around her waist and between her breasts.
Her hair is a delicately tangled maze of curls. She smiles and blinks like she’s dazed.
“Morning.”
“Damn good morning,” I growl back.
Like a satisfied cat, she stretches, grinding against me again.
My cock is truly awake now, and I catch her hip as I grind against her sweet ass. Neither of us bothered to put on any clothes last night.