Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107376 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“You know it, Lyra. Your vibrator ain’t gonna cut it tonight. You want me.”
“Fuck.”
My hand tightens around the base of her throat, my stare boring into her like lasers. “Say it,” I growl. “Tell me you fucking want me.”
Her jaw clenches. “Shit! Hunter. I want you.”
“That’s my girl,” I say, releasing my hold on her throat and bracing my arm around her waist, lifting her off the ground. “You don’t have to like me. You just have to let me fuck you.”
I launch her onto the mattress, and before her back has even settled on the sheets, I come down between those pretty thighs. My mouth closes over her clit and she cries out, her hand reaching between her thighs and knotting into my hair, holding on for the ride.
My tongue works over her clit, and I reach up beneath my chin, my fingers pushing straight back inside her, and she violently jerks beneath me. “Oh God, yes!”
Her whole body squirms against the mattress and as her legs lock around my shoulders, I don’t let up, knowing how worked up she already is. My tongue works her clit, rolling over the sensitive nerves as I read her body like a map, every moan and gasping breath like a demand telling me exactly what she needs.
My fingers explore, curving inside her until her hips jolt just right, and I know I’ve found her G-spot. Then I’m fucking relentless, giving it all, and within seconds, she’s exploding on my fingers. That tight little cunt squeezes me as she cries out, throwing her head back in pure ecstasy.
“FUCK, HUNTER! YES!”
Lyra gasps, unable to catch her breath as my mouth keeps working her clit. Licking, rolling, and sucking while her walls spasm around my fingers. Her whole body shakes as the high rips through her, and fuck, I’ve never seen anything so goddamn beautiful.
She comes down from her high, and I don’t stop until she relaxes heavily into the sheets, her hand releasing its death grip in my hair, and only then do I pull back, slowly freeing my fingers from inside her.
Lyra watches me through a hooded stare as I push off the bed and get to my feet, neither of us saying a word. Reaching for my shirt, I slowly begin peeling it off, and she tracks my every move, her gaze skimming over my body with a deep hunger, taking in every tattoo and ridge of tight muscle. And then I drop my hand to my belt, and her eyes light up like fireworks.
She sucks in a slow breath, and every passing second the tension thickens in the room, anticipation building for what’s to come.
After undoing my pants, I reach in and free my cock, grasping it tight at my base as she watches, all but counting the inches. “Fuck,” she murmurs.
“Shirt.”
She visibly swallows and sits up before peeling the oversized shirt over her head and showing off those perfectly full tits.
Goddamn. She’s a fucking angel.
Her messy golden waves fall around her face and over her shoulder, skimming her breasts, and as my hand strokes the length of my cock, she collects all her hair, tying it up into a messy bun as though knowing she’s going to need it out of the way.
“Rough?” I ask.
Lyra nods, and that fierceness returns, ten-fold. “Isn’t that the only way?”
Fucking hell.
Grabbing her discarded vibrator, I toss it on the bed beside her. “On your knees.”
Lyra grins and inches right to the edge of the bed in front of me before pushing up high on her knees. The look in her eyes tells me she already knows exactly how this is going to go.
“Turn around.”
She does as I ask as I slowly stroke my raging cock, having to squeeze to maintain any semblance of control.
I step in behind her, watching the goose bumps form beneath my fingers as I brush her waist. “Spread those thighs and show me that pretty cunt.”
She pushes her knees as far as they’ll go, and without even a hint of hesitation, she begins lowering her tits to the mattress, arching her back just right and offering herself to me so damn beautifully.
My hand brushes over the curve of her ass, firmly squeezing as I take the base of my cock and guide my tip through her arousal, coating myself in her wetness. She lets out a shaky breath, the anticipation eating at both of us, and then finally, I guide my tip to her entrance.
“Ready?”
“Fuck me, Hunter.”
I ease into her, watching the way she stretches around me, taking me so perfectly. I’m fucking mesmerized, unable to tear my gaze away, and I give her another inch. She gasps, stretching so wide. “Can you take it, Savage?”
Her fingers fist into the sheet. “More.”
I give her another two inches, easing her into it, more than aware that my sheer size can’t always be taken easily, but I know she can handle it, and when she relaxes around me, I give her more. Three. Six. Nine inches. Until I’m fully seated inside her.