Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
She couldn’t move or meet his thrusts, but she could put her hands on him. As he slammed into her tirelessly, she reached back and palmed the flexing brawn of his butt. He continued to thrust, burning red-hot aftershocks through her body, and she held on, moaning, panting, and taking exquisite pleasure in the ride.
When his fingers slipped from her pussy to work her clit, she knew she would climax like this. And she did moments later, anchored by his cock and the hand around her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she came and came until white flashes blotted her vision. It was ecstasy. Nirvana. Total attainment of everything right in the world.
“Fuck, Lucia. I’m coming.” He jerked his hips and released a long, deep groan that penetrated her chest. “Oh goddamn, fuck!”
His hand slipped from her neck, and his head dropped to her back. He stayed that way for several heaving breaths before smacking a stinging palm against her ass.
“You wore me out.” He fell to his back and gasped at the ceiling. “Go drink some water and eat more of that fruit.”
“Bossy.” With a grin, she removed the rubber from his softening cock and obeyed his orders.
A few minutes later, she stood at the counter, eating strawberries and tingling all over with a rhapsody of sensations. She felt full and glowy and utterly ravished.
His footsteps approached from behind, stretching her mouth into a smile. Then his hands were on her, cruising her hips, slinking around to her abs and cupping her breasts.
“Still hungry?” He kissed a trail of electricity from her shoulder to her neck.
“Not for food.” Molten heat curled through her belly, burning hotter with each stroke of his hand and brush of his lips.
The sound of a foil packet caught her ear—the only warning she got before he pushed himself inside her from behind.
“I can’t get enough of you.” He rocked into her and nibbled on her neck.
“We have all night.”
“I need more than a night, baby.”
He fucked her against the counter. Then the wall, the floor, in the shower, and back on the bed. Over the next few hours, he made good on his promise to use all three condoms before collapsing on top of her, winded and spent.
“I think you broke my dick.” He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, his chest rising and falling, and his cock softening inside her.
When he lifted to move away, she hugged him to her.
“Don’t pull out.”
“I’d stay here forever if the damn rubber wasn’t strangling me.” He kissed her lips and left the bed to dispose of the condom.
“Those things don’t fit you.”
“It’s fine.” He strode back to the mattress, unabashed with his nudity.
Even flaccid, he hung longer and thicker than the average erection. God, he had a glorious cock. It should never be covered in latex.
“Feels like I’m chapped.” He stood above her and ran a hand along the length, glancing at it.
“Maybe I can help.” She lifted onto her knees and gently kissed along the soft, warm skin of his thick shaft.
“I wasn’t complaining, but…” He released a happy breath and twitched against her lips. “That’s nice.”
His hand went to her hair, sliding through the strands from the roots to the tips. His cock filled with blood, but he seemed content to just let her nuzzle and tease with chaste kisses.
Without an inch of fat on his body, every sinew and vein stood out in stark relief beneath his taut skin. She traced the lines of his narrow hips and the sexy cuts and ridges that formed the V of his abs. He was beautifully formed. So powerful and manly, and if she touched him much more she might beg him to fuck her without a condom.
She sat on her heels, and he knelt beside her, nudging her to her back.
“How are you feeling?” He guided her legs apart and probed his thumbs around her swollen tissues. “Sore?”
“I’m good.”
She brushed his hands away, but he was relentless, inspecting and touching and shifting down to examine her rectum.
“Tate, stop.” She twisted away from him. “I’m better than good, okay? Better than I’ve been in years.”
“Yeah?” He flashed her a grin.
“Yeah.”
He reached up and flicked off the light switch, leaving the dim illumination of the night light in the wall outlet. Then he prowled toward her on hands and knees, his blue eyes glinting. Unsure of his intent, she didn’t know whether to sigh or tense up.
His arm caught her waist, and he dragged her against him. She clung to his shoulders as he rolled and adjusted until they were on their sides, chest to chest, snug under the blanket.
“We’re going to sleep?” She slid her fingers through his hair, stroking.
“Yep.”
He was so close she smelled all his distinctive aromas—salty skin and warm sex and musky masculinity.