Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 44899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“You think you’re in charge here?” His voice was rough, amused.
I grinned down at him, wild and unrepentant. “I’m always in charge.”
He moved so quickly I barely registered it happening. A twist of his body, a shift of weight, and suddenly I was beneath him, wrists pinned above my head in one of his large hands. I wasn’t sure I could have broken the hold, but the thrill that shot through me kept me from trying.
“Always?” he asked, his free hand working the button of my jeans with practiced ease.
I lifted my hips to help him slide the denim down my legs as I gave him a cocky grin. “Temporary tactical surrender.”
His laugh was dark and satisfied as he shoved off me to rid himself of his jeans and boots. “I’ll take it.”
I kicked off my shoes and finally got free of my jeans just as he lowered himself on top of me. When we were finally skin to skin, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He held himself above me on stiffened arms, his cock bobbing proudly between us.
“Patience,” he murmured before lowering himself fully on top of me, his cock trapped between us as he trailed kisses down my neck and collarbone until his lips were between my breasts.
“Fuck patience,” I growled, arching against him.
He moved lower; his teeth grazed my hip bone. “Oh, I definitely intend to fuck you.”
My retort died in my throat as he covered my pussy with his mouth, his tongue doing things that made coherent thought impossible. I buried my hands in his hair, holding him there as pleasure built like a gathering storm. Just before I came, he pulled away, ignoring my frustrated curse.
“Not yet,” he said, crawling back up my body. “Not till I fuckin’ say, little hellion.”
I have no idea where he got the condom, but he paused only long enough to sheath himself before covering me with his deliciously muscled, big body.
When he finally thrust into me, I screamed, the most urgent and powerful need I’d ever experienced engulfed me. I flung my hand out, trying to free myself when my hand got trapped between our bodies. I knocked a lamp on the bedside table to the floor with a crash. I found his shoulder in a desperate attempt to anchor myself in the face of such overwhelming lust. The sound of breaking glass barely registered through the sensation of fullness, of perfect friction which caused a roaring in my ears as I strained for the orgasm I knew was right… fucking… there! We moved together with a savage rhythm. He didn’t try to hold himself back and I was beyond caring. I needed to come in the worst fucking way.
“Harder,” I demanded, nails digging into his back and shoulder.
“You get what I give you, woman,” he snarled at my ear.
Surprisingly, instead of pissing me off, a shiver of frustrated anticipation made me screech back at him. “Sully!” I arched against him, desperately trying to meet him thrust for thrust, doing my best to force him to fuck me harder. Faster.
In response, he shifted to pull my leg around his hip. I thought he wanted extra leverage and prepared myself for a wild ride, but he slapped the outside of my thigh with a sharp smack.
“What I give. When I’m fuckin’ ready to fuckin’ give it, not before!” His words came out through gritted teeth. Sweat slickened his skin.
Every nerve ending I had erupted in an explosion of pleasure so intense I couldn’t even breathe. When I could finally suck in a breath, it was only so I could let it go on a scream.
“Goddamnit woman! God --” He shoved into me. Hard. “Damnit! FUCK!” His voice was as ragged as his breathing as Sully drove into me with a force that sent the headboard slamming against the wall. The pace he set was merciless, not holding back in what he wanted. The bed frame creaked in protest beneath us when he started a hard, driving rhythm I tried my best to match, taking everything he gave and demanding more, greedy for everything he wanted to give me.
We rolled, the mattress groaning as neither one of us wanted to give up the upper hand. I rolled us again, straddling him, needing to control this situation more than any other sexual encounter I’d ever been part of. For the first time in my life, I realized I might be in over my head.
I threw my head back, eyes squeezed shut. His big hands clamped around my hips, guiding me to meet every upward thrust he gave me. The headboard thumped off the wall. The lamp on the nightstand was the first to hit the floor, but the clock wasn’t far behind -- it crashed down beside the lamp, a casualty I’d laugh over later.