Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54899 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
I won’t come undone before she does. She’ll see stars before I allow myself release.
“Say my name,” I murmur between hungry kisses.
Her lashes flutter with a rush of pure pleasure, but her gaze is steady on mine. “Brandon.”
“Good girl. I want to hear you scream it when you come for me.”
“Brandon…” This time, it’s a breathy whimper.
I tweak her nipple in rebuke and thrust my fingers deeper inside her, ruthlessly stimulating her g-spot.
“Brandon!”
She pumps my shaft as she hits a sudden, vicious peak, and I have to jerk my hips away from her before I spill my cum in her hand.
I grasp her wrists and pin them to the tiled wall above her. I can’t bear her touch any longer, or I’ll climax too soon. I’m not nearly ready for this to end.
“Please,” she whispers. “I need you inside me. I need to feel you, Brandon.”
My name.
This barely feels real, like an impossible dream.
Keeping her wrists captive in one hand, I grasp her leg and urge her to wrap it around my hip. She complies beautifully, as eager to open herself to me as I am to bury my shaft in her hot cunt.
My cockhead brushes her slick opening, and I let out a guttural curse. It’s the first time I’ve felt her without a condom separating us.
This is truly our first time together: Brandon and Karolina.
Just like it was always meant to be.
I sink into her in a slow slide. Her eyes are wide on mine, and we exchange every ragged breath as I stretch her tight pussy on my dick.
When I’m fully seated inside her, I grit my teeth and hold still, reveling in her velvet heat gripping my cock. She squirms, and I tighten my grip on her wrists.
“Wait,” I growl. “I want to feel you.”
Her eyes flash with wicked delight, and her inner muscles contract around me. “Like that?”
“Fuck!” My hips thrust deeper, jarring her lithe body against the tiles.
I still instantly. “Did I hurt you?”
Her expression is open and guileless; she’s holding nothing back. “Nothing could hurt me right now. I’m with you.”
A soft, keening sound catches in my throat. The perfection of our union is so keen that it cuts at my heart. My entire body is awash with sensation, pleasure to the point of pain. This is raw and real, no masks or barriers between us.
My soul joins with hers.
“I want to hold you,” she says, tugging against my grip on her wrists.
I’ll give her anything she wants. I release her, and she wraps her arms around my shoulders, pulling me impossibly closer. She wraps her other leg around my hips, and I brace an arm beneath her to support her.
She’s pinned on my cock. I’m fully seated inside her, but it’s not deep enough. I want to be in her body, heart, and mind. I want her to think of me every second of every day, the same way she lives in my head.
The least I can do is fuck her hard enough that she won’t be able to walk without remembering this. I’ll imprint myself on her in every way I can, until she’s just as reliant on me as I am on her.
She’ll look to me for pleasure, for support, for love.
She won’t know how to exist without me ever again.
Her gaze flicks over my fierce expression, and I know I must look terrifying. I’ve let my most possessive instincts surface, and there’s no holding back my covetous feelings for her.
Instead of recoiling in horror, she presses her lips to mine in a silent, savage claim of her own.
I can’t hold back any longer. I pump into her, hard enough to make sure she’ll feel the ache of my cock in her cunt long after we finish fucking.
She inflicts her own ache on me in return, scraping my lower lip with her teeth.
Our joining turns feral. She claws at my back, and I rut into her.
Her body coils tighter around mine, and fireworks explode across my vision. I ruthlessly hold back my orgasm as she cries out her release.
Then she screams my name, and all of my willpower is obliterated.
I barely have the presence of mind to pull out, and my cum lashes her belly as I say her name on a broken shout.
My knees shake, and I carefully sink to the floor with her in my arms. She doesn’t put so much as an inch of space between us. She kisses me like she never wants to stop.
We’re finally together again, reunited.
I thought the possibility of Brandon Harcourt and Karolina Taylor died in the burning stables. I never dared to dream that I could be with her like this.
All these years, I believed I had to become a different man for her to want me.
But she never held me like this when she knew me as Rand.