Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Please.” Her wrecked, desperate voice wraps around me, and that’s all it takes for me to lose my goddamn mind. I line my cock up with her wet opening and ram inside her with one savage thrust. As I bottom out, her silky walls strangle the fuck out of my shaft.
She screams my name and digs her nails into my shoulders. Hell yes. I fuck her deep, hard, relentlessly driving every inch of my cock inside her until I can’t tell where I end and she begins. Her sweet pussy squeezes me so tight I nearly come.
Cydney throws her head back and screams my name at the top of her lungs. Music to my fucking ears. Every thrust slams her perfect ass into the wall, rattling the frames so hard I’m shocked they don’t drop to the floor.
I grab her thighs and spread her even wider, pinning her up so she’s helpless against me. Her nails rake my shoulders, and the sting drives me wild. "Oliver! Oh my God, right there, don’t you dare stop!"
She’s a wild, writhing, greedy mess, and I fucking love her like this. Every bounce of her tits, every shudder of her body, every filthy moan that pours out of her mouth just drives me harder. My vision goes white as I pound into her, unable to slow down if my life depended on it.
“That’s it, Cydney. Take it. Take every inch of my cock,” I growl, fighting to hold on as her gorgeous body devours me. She’s so fucking tight, wet, perfect—I can barely breathe. My control’s hanging by a fucking thread; I have to make her come before I lose it. I reach down, finding her swollen clit with my thumb, and press down until I feel her silky pussy clamp down hard around me. Fireworks go off behind my closed eyelids as I let go and we explode together. My brain goes white-hot, and my entire body shakes as I empty myself inside her. She shudders in my arms, clinging like she’s never letting go. I grit my teeth and hold her through the aftershocks, not ready to release her even when every muscle goes limp.
Holy hell, if I could freeze this moment for the rest of my life, I would.
She’s perfect. Absolutely, completely perfect.
I let her slide down but keep her wrapped tight in my arms. “You have no clue how fucking happy you make me,” I breathe into her hair, voice all rough edges and honesty. “I love you, Cydney. I love you so damn much, I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”
She looks up, face flushed, lips quivering, and for once, she’s speechless.
I grin. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”
epilogue
Cydney
If there’s a world record for best post-coital nap, I’m definitely in the running. I wake up sprawled face-down across our impossibly soft bed, totally tangled in the sheets, every muscle deliciously wrecked. He’s still got a hand splayed across my lower back, fingers heavy and possessive, as if letting me go even in sleep would violate several natural laws.
When I finally peel my cheek off the pillow, sunlight is streaming through the windows, inviting in a brand new day and a brand new life. I mean, I live here now. With Oliver. Officially.
That thought alone jump-starts my system better than coffee ever could.
I wiggle a little, and his hand flexes, causing heat to bloom against my skin. He rolls over and pins me with a look that’s equal parts dirty dream and domestic bliss.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he rumbles, voice all gravel and sex.
I stretch, making a show of it. “Best morning ever.”
He grins, wicked and slow. “Every morning I wake up next to you is the best ever.” God. I’m not sure how I got this lucky, but I’ll freaking take it. Oliver’s stare is pure hunger, but there’s real happiness behind the heat. “You’re mine now. You get that, right?” He traces a line down my chest, making me shiver.
I bite my lip, trying not to giggle. “You keep saying that like I’m going to run off. I’m exactly where I want to be, Burkhardt.”
He groans, deep in his chest, then rolls us over so I’m sprawled across him, my hair wild and my cheeks on fire. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that.” His thumb brushes my jaw, gentle now. “I hope you’re ready for forever.”
I might actually swoon. “I’m counting on it.” I snuggle in, letting his warmth soak into my bones. It’s way too early to be this sappy, but I don’t even care. I love the way his arms wrap around me, holding me close. Everything is perfect for a few seconds until my stomach flip-flops. Oof. My daily reminder of the secret I’ve been keeping for two days. It’s all I can think about when Oliver pulls me in tighter, tucking my head under his chin. This is the part where I’m supposed to just blurt it out and get it over with. Rip off the Band-Aid, Cyd. Tell your bossy alpha boyfriend he’s about to be a dad.