Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
His cock feels like heaven, and my moans fill the quiet night as the kind of pleasure I’ve never experienced fills my body, scorching me from the inside out. Harder he fucks me, his body slamming into mine, his fingers pinching my skin as we both get closer and closer to the most incredible release. Screams of pure pleasure are taken away with the wind as an orgasm builds.
The kind of orgasm I’ve never felt before.
A drug-induced orgasm.
One that’ll take my breath away.
“Tight little cunt,” Colt growls, his cock sliding in deeper, harder, faster.
“Fuck,” I bellow. “Fuck me harder.”
He does.
He fucks me so hard it hurts, but the pleasure is so much stronger. The mix is mind blowing, and before I know it, I’m screaming his name, my body convulsing around his, my pussy clenching around his cock, trembles making my body jerk. He holds me tighter, and the pleasured sound of his release is music to my ears. The way his growl turns gravelly, the way his body jerks behind me, the way he squeezes my breasts.
It's incredible.
Slowly, his body pulls away from mine, and I’m left with an empty feeling.
I want him back, just for a moment, so I can feel him just a little longer.
It takes me a moment to gather my bearings and pull my pants back up, my pussy already aching. That’ll be tender tomorrow.
Exhaustion suddenly feels like it’s at the forefront of my body, clawing its way to the surface, needing me to pay attention to it.
I sway on my feet, and Colt reaches out, gripping my arm to stop me.
“Sleep.”
“I can’t,” I say, closing my eyes, my mind spinning blissfully. “It’s scary in there. The critters crawl over me at night. I don’t like it. I haven’t slept in weeks.”
I don’t know what happens after that.
All I know is I feel his body warm against my cheek. His big arms circle around me, and for the first time in weeks, I feel safe enough to sleep.
Finally.
EYES FLUTTERING OPEN, it takes me a minute to figure out where I am.
Pulling the blanket farther up to my chin as a cool breeze circles through the room, I shift my body to roll. An ache radiates from deep between my legs. My mind is hazy, my memories foggy as I struggle to rise. It’s taking a while to wake up, my brain seemingly wanting to fall back into oblivion as I attempt to force it to remember what happened the night before.
Little by little, I begin to recognize my surroundings. I’m in my room, only there is one big difference. I’m in a tent. For a moment, I stare up at the blue material above me, trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. The more alert I become, the more it is clear – I’m in a tent. My bed has been put inside, and it’s warm and cozy and critter free. I look to the left, the right, and then I stare above again.
What happened last night?
My aching core tells me what happened, and slowly, the memories trickle back in. Colt behind me, fucking me, the best kind of sex I’ve ever had in my life. Immediately, guilt slams into my chest. I had sex with Colt. I had sex with Aunt Chloe’s love. Sitting up, I run my hand down my face, horrified. What have I done? How could I do something like that?
Clenching my eyes, I remember taking that drug.
I’ve never taken a drug like that in my life, and I sure as hell won’t be doing it again.
I lost all my inhibitions. I practically begged him to fuck me.
The ache in my heart is heavy, and I frantically reach for the zipper as I sit up, needing to get out of this damned tent.
I need fresh air.
I need ... Dammit, I don’t know what I need.
Tears burn under my eyelids as I scramble out of the tent and search the room for my phone. I find it sitting on a bedside table I have in the room, with a bottle of water. I snatch it up, feeling even more guilty over the fact that Colt pitched a damned tent for me so I could sleep. He did that for me. Dammit. What was I thinking last night?
Checking the time, I see it’s past midday.
I slept so long.
Sleep I desperately needed.
Hurrying into the living area, I look around, not even sure what it is I’m looking for. I can’t shake this heavy feeling in my chest, the all-consuming guilt that is chewing away at my heart. Chloe would be so disappointed in me. She would be so hurt. How could I do this to her? Sleep with the man who broke her heart. The man she loved so much. I’m a horrible person.