Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 132097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
I’m not expecting his hand there a few seconds later, running his fingers through my slit, hungry and wild.
“Damn, woman.” He rubs me again, tracing lazy circles with his fingertips. “You’re so wet for me to fuck your pussy.”
I moan my agreement, letting my eyes flutter shut.
“Do you know how divine you look with my cock in your mouth?”
Not a clue.
But I don’t dare disagree.
This is unbearably hot.
I clench around his fingers as he pushes in deeper, stroking in and out, faster and hungrier with every thrust.
My body is so ready, and it’s a good thing, too.
Because everything happens quickly.
“Fuck!” he curses again, easing me into a rhythm as his pace intensifies, crooking his fingers against the sensitive spot in my inner walls until I see stars.
I moan around him as he thrusts in my mouth, giving a low groan from his chest.
Ethan Blackthorn feels this good thanks to me.
One day, I might actually stop thinking about him with his full name, but that’s not right now.
This moment is too magical, too much not to marvel at the fact that it’s him.
My bully, my beast, and now my destroyer in such different ways.
If I ever had a clue how he could make me feel before, I wouldn’t have been so quick to hate him.
Honestly, I haven’t hated him for a good while now.
Not since we reconnected.
How could I hate a man who keeps insisting I’m beautiful?
How could I hate a man who wants me more than tomorrow’s sunrise, and every cutting glance proves he’s not faking it?
How is this unholy man even real?
Unholy or not, he brings me close enough to heaven to taste it.
My thighs clench around his hand, trembling, and I open my throat, inviting him to thrust harder, deeper.
I’m trying not to gag but I swear it’s so worth it.
Something I’ve never done with other guys.
Oh, this isn’t me.
It’s rough and dirty and transformative.
I don’t regret him using me one bit.
Every time his groan becomes a snarl, he just brings my orgasm barreling down faster.
I’m almost in a trance until I feel him stroke my hair.
“Are you going to come for me?” When I nod, he pushes deeper, quickening his thrusts. “Fireworks, Pages. Blow the fuck up and wow me.”
And I do.
It’s like he’s put a spell on my flesh.
A second later, my orgasm hits full force.
So relentless my eyes roll back in my head and my vision whites.
And then I’m lost to the world, given to the stars, the only thing grounding me the feeling of his hands in my hair and his cock in my mouth.
“Beautiful. Motherfucking magnificent,” he whispers as I’m gliding down, pulling his cock out, saliva dangling from my mouth. He wipes it away with his thumb.
Then he looks at me and asks bluntly, “Birth control? You use it?”
I shake my head.
“I have an IUD, but the first time I don’t usually—”
He doesn’t show a flicker of annoyance, crossing to the nightstand and pulling out a condom. Of course, he has a stash.
I lick my lips.
This isn’t the sort of thing I usually do.
Casual sex outside normal dating has never been on my radar—but then again, neither has Ethan Blackthorn since the day he fake proposed.
And now…
Now, I’m technically his fiancée, planning a freaking wedding and picking out dresses.
Fantasy or not, that changes things.
It also makes me regret not telling him to forget the condom.
If Ethan cares at all, he doesn’t show it.
He just tilts my head back when he returns and kisses me with pure hunger, not caring where my mouth has just been.
I like that—I like it a lot.
The kiss also feels like a question.
Oddly careful at first, like he wants to know if I’m still on board with this and not drowning in second thoughts.
There’s an ache between my legs, despite the recent mind-splitting O.
I take the condom from his hands, ripping open the little foil packet and sliding it on him carefully, making sure to massage up and down his length.
To make sure it’s in place.
His next growl vibrates my bones as his mouth finds mine and he pushes me back on the bed, his body eclipsing mine.
What we’ve started feels inevitable now.
And I love it.
Nothing will stop this now.
I spread my legs, wrapping around him, and with one quick thrust, he’s in me.
All the way in.
His lips seal our union, and he swallows my gasp.
Holy shit, he’s big!
Thankfully, I’m wet enough so he slides right in.
But holy Mother of Dick, he fills me to the brim, almost to the point of discomfort.
Almost.
I roll my hips, shifting to find new angles, and he catches my hip.
“Wait,” he clips. His eyes are almost black. The hunger in them scares me. “Give it a second. Let yourself get used to me.”
He isn’t wrong.
It feels better already. Easier.
The friction, glorious.
I catch my breath as I shift again.