Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
She loses her goddamn mind. Her back arches off the bed, tits thrust high, nipples begging for my mouth. I can’t resist. I dip down, suck one tight little bud between my lips and bite, just enough to make her squeal my name.
“Yes!” she cries, fingers tangling in my hair, yanking me closer, like she can’t stand even a millimeter of space between us.
Her pussy clamps down on my cock so fucking tight I almost lose it. Jesus. I have to grit my teeth and slam in harder, chasing that perfect friction. I want her wild. I want her wrecked. Every time I thrust, her soaked pussy milks my cock, and I know she’s right there on the edge.
“Fuck, Elsie. You were made for me.” I nuzzle her throat, biting down on her pulse point and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Elsie lets out a strangled moan and arches against me, her curvy body trembling under my hands. Fucking hell, this woman is driving me insane.
I scrape my teeth along her collarbone and kiss up the side of her neck, needing to taste every inch of her. Her flavor is sweet, addictive, pure heaven on my tongue. I want her to remember it tomorrow when she looks in the mirror and sees my claim stamped into her skin.
Her hands dig into my hair, yanking me closer. “Beckett, oh God, I’m so close.”
That’s what I want to hear. I bite her throat again, harder this time, then lick over the sting to soothe her. “Come for me, Elsie. Let go,” I growl against her ear as I slam in deep, pinning her to the mattress so she can’t run from the pleasure. I keep my thumb right there on her clit, circling slow, steady, relentless. She clenches around my cock, and I know she’s about to lose her mind for me. The way her pussy grips me, hot and desperate, just about undoes me. I slam in deep, grinding my hips, wanting to make damn sure there’s never a single doubt in her mind who she belongs to.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I grit out, my voice gone full caveman.
Holy fuck. The second her inner muscles clamp down on my cock, I lose it. I bury myself deep, hold her right there, and roar her name as I come so hard I see stars. Her pussy milks me, squeezing every last drop, and I swear I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. It’s not just sex. It feels like she rewired my entire goddamn nervous system.
Elsie cries out, shuddering as she comes with me, slick and hot, soaking my cock and driving me even crazier. I thrust through it, not stopping until I’ve wrung every last pulse of pleasure out of both of us. My brain short-circuits, and for a few seconds, all I can do is gasp and hold on.
When the aftershocks finally let go, I collapse next to her and haul her into my arms. She fits perfectly, all soft and sweet, her heart racing against my chest. I hold her tight, breathing in her sweet scent, and all I can think about is how fucking lucky I am. Elsie feels so damn good in my arms, soft and warm and still shivering.
I brush her messy hair off her cheek. I can’t resist running my thumb along her flushed skin, needing to stake my claim everywhere I can. “You’re mine now, sweetheart,” I murmur against her ear, and she squirms closer, like she can’t stand any distance between us.
I’m obsessed. I’m fucking obsessed.
Her wild hair spills across my arm as she burrows into me, breathing hard, her body soft and limp against my side. I keep her close, never letting go, because she belongs to me now. Every inch. Every heartbeat. Every gorgeous, greedy sound she makes.
She shudders as I drag my fingers down her sweat-damp spine, memorizing the way her skin still quivers under my touch. I want to brand her. I want her to wake up tomorrow, look in the mirror, and remember exactly who made her come apart like that.
I bury my nose in her tangled hair and inhale, letting her scent fill up my lungs like oxygen. I’m never going to get enough.
I roll to my side and drift off to sleep with her pinned against my side.
At some point, I wake up to find there’s a mountain of wild, tangled red hair covering my face. For a split second, I wonder if I died and this is what heaven looks like. I blink, clearing the sleep haze, and realize Elsie’s draped across my torso like a naked, snoring octopus. She’s drooling on my shoulder and, somehow, has taken the entire blanket hostage.
I fucking love it.
I tug her closer, nuzzling my face into her hair and kissing the tip of her ear just to hear her little sleepy groan. She mumbles something about “five more minutes” and tries to burrow deeper beneath my arm, completely oblivious to the fact that my morning wood is begging for attention.