Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
No panties underneath. Just smooth skin and soft curves catching the faint light. My mouth goes dry, throat clicking.
My chest tightens with something sharper than lust, a decade of quiet longing crashing over me all at once. Harriet. My Harriet. How the hell did I get this lucky?
Harriet swings one leg over my hips. Her knees bracket my thighs, the warm, smooth skin of her inner thighs brushing against me.
She reaches between us, wraps her small hand around my cock—still wet from her mouth—and wedges it in front of her. The first press of her pussy against the head makes my jaw lock tight, her heat so scalding it borders on pain.
Goddammit.
The stretch is exquisite torture, her walls fluttering and resisting before yielding another inch. Every shallow breath she takes scrapes raw against my ears, her exhales trembling.
The heat of her pussy envelops me in slow, devastating pulses, her arousal dripping down my shaft in hot rivulets that make my balls draw tight. I fist the sheets until the fabric bites into my palms, knuckles white, every muscle locked against another savage need to slam upward and split her open in one brutal thrust.
Slow, Donovan. Don't you fucking hurt her. But Christ, it feels like every tight, rippling inch of her was waiting just for me.
When she's finally seated, her ass flush against my thighs, her clit grinding against my pelvis, we freeze. The faint creak of the mattress beneath us is the only sound besides the frantic hammer of my pulse in my temples. The burn of that perfect stretch radiates through my groin like liquid fire.
Harriet begins to move. Tiny, testing rolls of her hips that drag her swollen clit along my pelvis with every downward glide.
Her palms brace on my chest, nails biting crescents into my skin that sting in the sweetest way, grounding me while her brown eyes go glassy and heavy. I can't look away from her face—the way her lips part on every exhale, the flush crawling up her throat, the sheer concentration as she works herself on my cock.
Her pussy grips me so tightly. The bed frame only sighs beneath us. No telltale thump against the wall.
The restraint is driving me out of my goddamn mind.
I surge upright without warning. The sudden shift in angle punches a sharp gasp from her lungs, her walls fluttering wildly around me. My mouth latches onto the soft skin just above her left breast, sucking hard enough to bruise, pulling blood to the surface until I know she'll wear my mark for days.
The primitive satisfaction that floods me is almost violent. I switch to her other breast, tongue laving the stiff peak before I draw it deep into my mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make her arch and cry out.
"Heath."
Her tits fill my palms perfectly as I knead them, thumbs flicking the sensitive buds until she's trembling. The motion grinds her clit harder against me, and her pace fractures—hips snapping faster, chasing the friction.
The bed creaks louder. Once. Twice. On the third roll, the frame smacks the wall with a dull, echoing thud that seems to reverberate through the entire quiet house.
We both stop.
Her cunt clenches hard around my cock in the sudden, electric stillness, squeezing so rhythmically I have to bite back a groan. My heart thunders so violently I’m certain she can feel it where we’re joined, the thick vein along my shaft pulsing against her inner walls.
No footsteps on the stairs. Only the distant lap of lake water against the dock outside and the roar of blood in my ears. The night breeze slips through the cracked window, doing nothing to calm the inferno between us.
Harriet's breath fans hot and ragged against my collarbone. Her arms loop around my neck as I grip her thighs, thumbs sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh, and shift us both to the edge of the mattress.
My bare feet hit the cool wooden floor, and I stand. Gravity does the rest, letting her sink even deeper onto my cock until I'm seated, her pussy stretched around my thickness.
She understands instantly. No words needed. Her legs wrap tight around my waist. Her face buries in the crook of my neck, lips brushing my racing pulse.
I spread my hands wide over her ass, fingers digging into the plush curves, and begin to lift and drop her. Hard. Deep. Her soaked pussy takes every inch of my cock.
She rides me like this, using my shoulders for leverage, nails raking down my back, while I meet her halfway—hips snapping up to bury myself to the root again and again.
When she comes, her teeth sink into my shoulder, the sharp bite of pain sharpening every sensation into crystal clarity. She shatters ion my arms in a torrent of soft cries and spasms.
Her walls flutter and squeeze in pulses that drag me right to the edge with her. I keep moving through it, fucking her through the orgasm, hips pistoning into her tight, spasming heat as her juices coat my thighs.