Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147545 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“Oh.” I laugh a little. “I don’t think I need any of that, but you could buy me a few books. I’ll probably be reading a lot in prison.”
He snorts, giving me one last kiss before pulling back, easing his cock back and then fully sinking into me again. “You’re not going to prison,” he says with some effort.
I am, but I don’t want to talk about that right now.
Neither does he.
His palm runs over my right tit and squeezes it like it belongs to him. His cock eases out, then shoves back into me, a little harder this time, making my breath catch.
When he’s all the way inside me, I feel so full—and not just physically. It’s like we’re both exactly where we belong, fused together like a single entity. Every time he draws back, I feel an emptiness I never noticed before.
He never stays away for long, though. Once my body adjusts to having him inside me, he sets an aggressive pace. He pulls back and slams into me so hard that the bed moves. The faster he moves, the faster the tension builds inside me, tighter and tighter with every thrust. He touches me while he fucks me, his greedy hands exploring the new terrain whenever they’re not locked on my hips, bracing me for impact.
In no time at all, I feel myself getting close again, but then he startles me, grabbing my wrists and slamming them down on the bed on either side of me. I gasp, my wide-eyed gaze jumping to his in uncertainty. His jaw is locked, his eyes closed as he pins me down and rams into me.
A wave of fear washes over me. I squeeze my eyes closed, feeling the pull of the past and not wanting to let that memory ruin this one. Not when this is the only one I’ll ever have.
I’m a little afraid to try to pull my wrists free. If I don’t try, I can believe he would release me if I asked him to. If I try and he doesn’t…
I shake it off, heart pounding. What am I thinking? It’s Tor. He’s not going to… force me to do anything. He’s been protecting me.
Licking my lips, I pull tentatively at one wrist, but his grip stays locked tight, his hands like shackles that won’t let go.
I swallow with some effort, my throat suddenly tight, then I whisper, “Please.”
I don’t want to put into words what I’m asking for.
When his eyes open, I get the feeling he was so lost in his own pleasure that he didn’t even realize he was holding on so tight.
He lets go of the wrist I’m tugging on now, and my shoulders sag with relief.
Now that I’m not completely trapped, I reach around his neck, sinking my fingers into his dark hair. I pull his body close to mine and hold on while he continues to fuck me.
The tension begins to build again, his hips slamming into mine as he drives his cock deep into my pussy. Harder. Faster. My walls squeeze him tight, the muscles in my thighs starting to shake again.
He pulls out suddenly, flipping me over onto my hands and knees. I gasp in surprise when he grabs a fistful of my hair, shoving me down until my face meets the pillow.
“Ass up.”
Heart skittering, I push my ass up.
He shoves into me again, and when he does it from this angle, the sensation is different. The pleasure he triggers feels more urgent somehow.
I gasp when he sinks deep in a single thrust, not giving my body time to adjust.
He resumes his brutal pace in this position, but the friction hits differently than it did before. The tension inside me ratchets tighter. He fucks me so hard that my stomach starts to hurt, but all I can focus on is the swell of pleasure threatening to spill over the dam inside me.
And then the dam breaks, and the pleasure comes crashing over me so hard I can’t catch my breath. My cries are smothered in the pillow as he fucks me through it, groaning low in his throat and gripping my hips so hard it hurts as he continues to thrust.
And then he groans, long and deep, and I feel a rush of warmth and wetness as he explodes inside me. His death grip on my hips eases, a satisfied sigh slipping out of him as his whole body relaxes. His weight presses down on me, his cock still buried inside me, but I’m not complaining. He presses a tender kiss against the back of my shoulder, and I smile sleepily into the pillow.
“Wow,” I murmur.
I feel a rush of hot breath against my skin. “Agreed.” He shifts his hips, and his cock slips out of me, then he moves off me and settles into the spot beside me on the bed.