Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
He could say anything to me right now, and no matter how depraved or fucked up, I’d agree. To hear something so sweet, even if uttered in the same husky growl I’ve heard him scare people away with, melts my heart into a puddle around his cock.
“I want to hear you say it.” Talon drives another deep, hard thrust.
“Yours.” My eyes roll to the back of my head, and an exalted howl I never knew I could emit blasts out of my grinning mouth. “Yours now. Yours always.” He starts rolling his thumb in slow circles against my hood. “Yours alone. Yours always.”
“Good girl.” Those two words send me over the edge, where my admission does the same to him.
With one hand pinned between our bodies, the other moves onto my hip. He digs in firmly, holding me in place, and his pace starts to quicken. My nails instinctively dig into his back, trying to pull him deeper for a kiss.
And kiss we do, as another orgasm tears out of my core, making my entire body rattle and shake.
When he tries to pull away, I dig in deep again to keep him on top of me. Our mouths locked, souls entwined, knowing he wants to warn me of what’s to come, but I don’t need him to. His intense motions and stiffening body are enough of a sign. He’s plummeting to the edge of release, and how better to do it than with my tongue halfway down his throat?
His manhood starts to flex and knocks against my walls. He sucks in short shallow breaths wherever he can get them between our kiss and primitive grunting. Then I feel it, hot liquid splashing and filling me up to the brim. I howl into his mouth, bucking my hips into his last pumps to accept every drop he has to offer.
And as the intensity of his release still, Talon collapses on top of me, cock still buried, panting heavily against my chest. I hook my legs around his waist and slide a hand up his back, resting it in the mess of his hair.
“You’re fucking incredible.” His voice is croaky, exhausted, and spent.
“I know,” I joke, keeping him pinned in place.
I never want this moment to end, but deep down, I know it never will. Not really. We’ll part again, his magical cock from my warm confines, out to work or wherever we end up going alone.
But we’ll always return to each other. Because now and forever, I’m his.
And he is mine.
5
TALON
Imust be the luckiest man in the world. Waking up the morning after an escapade with my dearest friend, and shit isn’t awkward and uncomfortable. Even that’s an understatement.
Gracie’s still sleeping, with her head resting gently over my chest. Her golden hair, scented in sweet vanilla, some concoction of fruit I can’t place, and our debauchery. One of her magnificent, slender legs is half wrapped over my body, and her arm struggles to wrap around my broad chest.
This is the closest to heaven I’ll ever come, and I’m relishing in it.
I’m too nervous to move, too scared to breathe, in fear of disturbing her slumber. Maybe it’s a good thing, too, because if I had the ability, I’d be jumping for joy and screaming in elation. I feel like a kid again, so blissful and ignorant of the hardships of this world. Happy, careless, and free.
And if I’m feeling this good at the start of my day, how can I make sure Gracie does too? Breakfast in bed? No. Neither of us is the morning eater sort. A slice of toast, sometimes two, while heading out the door. We may lack the good sense to eat a meal, but coffee is a morning staple neither of us can live without.
It’s times like these I wish I knew how to make those little hearts with the cream. She’s given herself to me, fully, willingly, and wanting, so a silly gesture like that to show her I’m doing the same would be the cherry on the damn cake.
At least I’ve got a plan now. Something to do to brighten up her day, before it’s even begun.
Slowly inching my way out of her grip, Gracie doesn’t stir. Not until I’m free from her arm and working on getting out from under her leg, where, from the corner of my eye, I can see her big baby blues staring at the side of my head.
“In a hurry to get out of here?” she whispers, masking the sleepiness in her tone. “Didn’t take you for the hit and run type.”
“If you call going to the kitchen to make coffee running, then I’m a sprinting superstar.” I flop back in beside her. Before my head even has a chance to hit the pillow, Gracie’s tugging my arm around her shoulders and nuzzling into my neck.