Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
He growls, his fingers clamping tight around my waist as I shift forward until the head of his cock brushes against my entrance. I let him feel the heat, the slickness, the way I’m already so swollen and ready for him, but I don’t drop my hips.
Not yet…
I circle them, instead, holding his gaze as I tease every inch of his swollen tip with my pussy. Then I reverse direction, thanking my figure skating days for everything I know about isolating graceful, dancer-style muscles. Watching a red flush creep from Stone’s chest to his throat, all the way up to his cheeks, is all the encouragement I need to ensure that hip swivels remain a part of my cool-down at the gym for the foreseeable future.
“Fuck, Remy,” he bites out through clenched teeth. “Now who’s bad, woman?”
“I am,” I say without a beat of hesitation. “And you love it.”
“Yeah,” he says, the words as soft and sure as the look in his eyes. “I sure fucking do.”
Still holding his gaze, I sink slowly down, biting my lip as I take him deeper, my inner walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He curses, a low moan vibrating from his throat as I bottom out with his cock buried all the way to the base. The way he fills me is enough to make me keenly aware of every inch of him, but not enough to hurt.
In fact, it’s perfect.
Magic.
We stay like that for a long beat, our bodies flush and our blood rushing in time as we stare straight into each other’s hearts. And his heart is beautiful, as always, but even more open than it’s been before. Tonight, his guard is all the way down, his blue eyes shining with emotion that makes my throat go tight as the moment stretches on.
“Jesus, Remy.” He reaches up, cupping my face in one big hand. “Do you know how beautiful you are? Because you are. Every piece of you. Inside and out.”
A part of me wants to confess that I feel beautiful with him, that I feel grounded and strong in a whole new way. That I’m starting to think I might be capable of trying things I’ve never tried before. I might even become the kind of woman who stays instead of the kind who uses a burner phone to keep her hookups at a distance and never met a morning after she wouldn’t avoid by sneaking out in the middle of the night.
But my lips refuse to move.
Another part of me is too worried that if I try to say any of that, I might start bawling. And I don’t want to cry.
I want to come, to make him come, to watch him shatter beneath me and know I’m the one who made this big, beautiful man lose control.
Instead of responding with words, I rock my hips, easing his cock out a few inches before sheathing him again. A beat later, his lashes flutter shut, sending regret flashing through my chest.
I don’t want to lose this connection, not yet, even if I am too much of a coward to say the hard things out loud.
There’s no way I can tell him that I think I’m falling in love with him, but I can whisper, “Open your eyes, Stone.”
The moment those baby blues are locked on me again, I start to move.
I ride him with all the urgency building in my chest, in my heart, my hips grinding in a near-frantic rhythm that makes my thighs burn and my breath come fast. He meets me thrust for thrust, pounding hard and deep, before gripping my ass and dragging me forward. The shift in our angle sends my clit dragging across his stomach with every rock of our hips, making me gasp.
My pleasure builds faster, hotter, until I’m slamming home with breathless little grunts that are half feral, but Stone doesn’t care.
“That’s it,” he grits out, bucking into me, making sure I get every inch. “Give me everything, Rem. Take everything. Show me how bad you need it, baby.”
He punctuates the order with a sharp smack on my ass, and I go fully wild. Soon, the room is filled with the sound of slick skin, breathless moans, and the rapid creaking of the mattress as I ride him like I will never know anything better than this.
And who knows?
Maybe I won’t…
It’s so good, so shameless, so hot that I can barely hear Stone over the blood rushing in my ears as he groans, “Fuck, Rem. I’m so close. Fuck, I’m sorry, but I told you, I—”
“Two seconds,” I breathe, leaning forward to brace my hands on the mattress on either side of his face. Now my nipples graze his skin, too, the friction lighting the final fuse. “Almost there, I’m almost there.”
“Then let’s make it happen, beautiful,” he says, the words tight but determined. “I’ll wait for you. Fuck, I’ll wait, Remy. I’ll wait. Wait ‘til I—” He breaks off as I cry out, my body shuddering as the most intense orgasm of my life rocks my damned world. “Fuck, Rem. Oh, fuck, I can feel you, baby,” he groans, crushing me close. “I feel you coming so hard on my cock.”