Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39250 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
He fucked me harder.
He played me. Toyed with me. Pushed me to the brink and brought me back.
“More,” I pleaded. “Please, James.”
He let out a breath and pulled out abruptly. “Turn around.”
Fuck yes, right away.
I scrambled onto all fours and grabbed the headboard.
“What a view.” He kneaded my butt cheeks and teased the head of his cock against my opening. “You want this?”
“I need it.” I glanced back at him over my shoulder. “I always need you.”
He locked eyes with me and raked his teeth across his bottom lip. Then he leaned forward and hauled me back against him at the same time, and we met in a kiss over my shoulder. A slower kiss, a sweeter one, with much more affection.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too. More than life,” I echoed.
A quick reprieve in an addictive storm. The next kiss was filled with urgency and desire, and he took control again. He let his hands roam my front as he pushed inside me once more, and I knew what would follow. I surrendered to it freely and let my head fall back against his shoulder.
He picked up the pace, at the same time as I slammed down on him.
He fingered me expertly, circling my clit, sliding it between his fingers, and spanked my lips, increasing the blood flow.
I started fucking myself on him, my desperation growing with each shallow breath. His cock reached so deep and stretched me so intoxicatingly perfectly that it was no wonder I lost it around him.
“Get everything you need.” He grazed his nose along my neck before he latched on and sank his teeth into my skin. His large hands came up and cupped my tits, and I arched into his touch. “Can we quit pretending we give a flying fuck about protection?”
Oh fuck.
I sucked in a breath as the pleasure coursed through me in a forceful rush.
“This is how I wanna take you, Kiera. Always. Just you and me and the possibility.”
The possibility.
The explosion of hope, bliss, excitement, and nerves made it impossible to utter a single word. So I nodded. I nodded and nodded and nodded, and we met in a messy kiss as we both let our bodies do most of the talking.
“Yeah?” he whispered into the kiss.
“Yeah,” I exhaled shakily. “Yeah. Yes—yes, yes, yes.”
We’re making the fantasy real.
He gave me one more hungry, tongue-teasing kiss before he nudged me forward.
My hands landed on the mattress.
He gripped my hip with one hand and snaked his other around to cup my pussy. Then it was on. The chase. The sound of skin slapping. His grunts. The air filling with gravity and sex.
I wasn’t allowed to touch myself. It was his task, he said. And, frankly, he was better at it than me. His fingers were fucking magical.
Within seconds, I was panting and gasping and moaning uncontrollably. The pressure built up so fast too, and I was helpless. It was like walking toward a wall, knowing full well it was going to smack into me if I kept going. But that crash, though. Holy hell, did I want it. Like a damn drug.
Fisting the sheets, I pushed back every time James slammed into me.
The familiar fever set in, pressing heat to the surface of my skin.
I flushed all over and lost my breath.
So close, so close, so close.
“Time to let go, hellcat.” He trapped my clit between his fingers and slid them back and forth, and the sensations were so forceful that it knocked the last air out of my lungs. “You’re right there. I can feel you milking my cock. You’re gonna make me lose it.” He groaned under his breath and spanked my pussy three times in quick succession, then rubbed my clit persistently.
I cried out and white-knuckled the nearest pillow, and I had to lock my elbows into place.
“Almost,” I whimpered. No, not almost. I felt the heat rushing through me, the pleasure beginning to pull me in— “Oh my God,” I choked out. He did something—applied more pressure, fucked me brutally—and I was just gone. The orgasm crashed down on me without further warning, and the euphoria was intensified and fueled by his chase coming to an end too.
He let out a groan and cursed as he started coming deep inside me.
Goose bumps appeared across my skin.
The possibility.
I felt his cock pulse within me, and he managed a few more jerky thrusts before he grew still.
I was panting so hard, and I was pretty sure I could hear my own heartbeat.
We might wanna rethink our nightly routine of working on our puzzle, though. In no way, shape, or form was I able to leave the bed anytime soon.
He’d fucked me dead.
The following day, I woke up to find a note on the kitchen bar.
Morning, my hellcat.
You know how much I hate leaving the bed when you’re all cuddled up in my arms?