Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
"I'm not going to last," he says a moment later, almost regretfully, like he's apologizing. "Not when you feel this good."
"I don't need you to last, Briggs. I just need you to fuck me."
"No." He releases one of my hands, hooking his fingers beneath my chin. His denim eyes lock with mine. "I'm not fucking you, Tia. That isn't what this is…okay?"
"I…" I swallow, my heart pounding like a drum. There's a momentary surge of panic, but it doesn't stand, not with that fierce look in his eyes. It can't. "I know," I whisper. They're the bravest words I've ever said. They're also the truest.
This isn't sex. It isn't a game, either. We were never that.
His eyes fall partially closed…and then he begins to move.
He may be worried about lasting, but I don't think that's going to be a problem, not when he moves the way he does, drawing almost all the way out before thrusting back inside, harder and deeper every time. I feel him everywhere, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my body.
He's too big to be gentle, too desperate to go slow…and it's exactly what I need. He drives into me again and again, the fingers of one hand still laced with mine, the other trailing down my body. His eyes never leave mine, not even when he slips his hand between my legs, working my clit in a way that's magic.
"Briggs," I sob, unable to say anything else. I want to tell him how good it feels and how perfect he is, but all that comes out of my mouth is his name. I say it over and over, like a mantra, chanting it into the room.
"Love the way you say my name when you want to come," he grunts, a bead of sweat sliding down his forehead. "It's so fucking sweet, Tia. Like you're asking for permission to be as perfect as you are." He leans forward, brushing his lips with mine. "But you don't need that, do you? You just need me."
I finally manage to say a different word. "Yes. Yes!"
He groans, fucking me harder. "I need you to get there, beautiful. I can't hold it much longer. You feel too fucking good wrapped around my cock like this. Can you come for me?" His thumb rolls across my clit again. "I need to see it, sweetness. I need to fill it all over my cock. You going to let me have it?"
"Yes!" I sob, my back arching. "C-close."
"Then give it to me," he says, fucking me harder, faster. "Let me taste heaven one more time tonight."
He hits the perfect spot inside, and I lose it. I lose everything—myself, reality, my breath. I splinter into pieces, wailing his name into the room so loud my voice cracks.
"Yes! Fuck, yes. Just like that, Tia!" he roars, driving into me again and then again before his body locks up on top of mine, every muscle rigid and tense. He spills into me with a moan I know I'll hear in my dreams for years to come, like he's pouring his soul into me.
I crack my eyes open, just to watch the way his body shudders, his head thrown back. My name leaves his lips again before he collapses forward, landing partially on top of me, breathing hard.
I wrap my arms around him and hold on tight, tears stinging the backs of my eyes again. This man… God, where did he come from?
"Tia," he breathes softly. "Jesus, Tia. Are you okay, beautiful?"
Not even remotely close. My whole world just shifted out of orbit… and I'm not going to do a single thing to try to get it back on track. Not one single thing.
Chapter Ten
Briggs
"This is cruel and unusual punishment," Tia grumbles from beside me as we duck into the back of the arena at a little after five in the morning.
I just chuckle in response, lacing my fingers through hers. "You'll survive."
"The sun isn't even up yet."
"You can sleep later." I tug her closer, pressing my lips close to her ear. She smells a helluva lot better than the arena, that's for sure. The place is old, the stench of sweat and floor cleanser baked into the cement walls of the hallway "I'll eat you to sleep after practice. Deal?"
She shivers, a tiny moan escaping her lips. My dick instantly stiffens in my pants, and I almost regret saying it. Almost. Practice will be a bitch with a hard-on, but there's nothing I can do about that. I spent half the night inside her.
If heaven exists, it's her wrapped around me. It's the sounds she makes when she comes and the way she trembles and shakes. It's the look in her eye when I whisper filth in her ear, and the way she touches me. It's her, always her.