Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“You know what I love about you?” he asks, still not inside of me, and that’s unacceptable.
“How about you fuck me first then let me know?”
He laughs and bites my shoulder. “I love that you tell me what you want. No bullshit. No pretending. You want me to fuck you? You make sure I fuck you.”
“Great, I’m up front, now fuck me.”
He slides himself inside and I gasp, laughing and moaning as he gives me what I want. I’m so freaking full and it’s bliss, total bliss, this big piece of man sliding in and out of my tight, wet pussy. I raise my hands and press my palms against the headboard as he thrusts. His mouth finds my nipples again, sucking them hard as I use my leverage to push back against him.
The sound of skin against skin drives me nuts. His grunts and groans are total music. I grind into him before sitting up on an elbow and kiss him hard. His hand grabs into my hair, tightening. It hurts, and I like it. He fucks faster, our foreheads pressed together. His abs are tensed with each motion of his hips and my fingers scratch against his meaty chest.
“You know what else I love?” he purrs. “The way you can’t stop touching me. When I’m inside of you, it’s like you’re drawn closer.”
“You’re fucking me. It’d be weird if I didn’t touch you.”
“No, baby, it’s more than that. You look at me like you want to keep getting closer, even when I’m crushing you into the mattress. It’s fucking addicting.”
“Yeah? It’s true though. I want you so deep inside of me I scream.”
His eyes go blank with desire as he thrusts to his balls and holds it there. I moan, back arching, my clit rubbing against his pelvis.
“Like this?” he kisses my neck and sinks teeth into my collarbone.
“Just like that,” I say, gripping his strong arms tight. “Oh my god.”
“You want to come again, don’t you, baby?” He moves a little bit and it sends bliss up my spine.
“Please,” I beg as a drop of sweat rolls down between my breasts.
He licks it up. “Say that again.”
“Please, Gian, I want to come.”
“That’s my good fucking girl.” He grinds again. “Such a perfect pussy. So fucking tight, baby. You know how good it feels to be buried between your legs? And when you come, I can barely control myself.”
“Don’t stop.”
He’s fucking me slow but firm. Each time he bottoms out, my clit gets another bit of pressure. “You look like you’re about to fall apart.”
“Gian.”
“You look like you’re going to break into pieces.”
“Oh my god. Gian.”
“Shatter for me, baby. Go ahead. I want you so fucking badly.”
I arch my back and that one last stroke rips me into shreds. I come so hard I nearly black out, leaving me panting, but Gian’s not finished. He thrusts a few more times and I feel him come inside, deep and warm and gorgeous, sending a rush of pure bliss into my ovaries.
He sighs as he comes down and I snuggle in close. My heart’s racing into my head. I know this is stupid, but I don’t care. We haven’t used protection this whole time, and even though it’s obvious what’s going to happen, it hasn’t stopped me from fucking his brains out every chance I get.
“Do you remember what I asked you for when we started all this?” he whispers in my ear. His breath is warm against my neck.
“I think so.”
“Tell me.”
“You wanted a baby.” I chew my lip. I guess he was thinking about it too. “We haven’t been careful.”
“No, we haven’t.”
“I should be scared.”
“No, you shouldn’t.”
I close my eyes and snuggle closer, breathing his smell. He’s wrong—I should be terrified—but I’m not.
Instead, I want this. Whatever we have, whatever we’re building, I want to see it through. Not just for a year, but for longer. As long as we can manage.
I want to be with him.
It’s a sudden and physically violent realization. I stiffen, and I don’t know what he thinks is going on, but he only holds me tighter. I don’t cry, because this is a happy moment.
We stay like that for a while. Not speaking, just being together. But eventually I get up and shower. He joins me, his hands absently touching my body as we talk about nothing in particular.
“I keep meaning to tell you something, but I got a little sidetracked.” He’s toweling himself off while I pull on clothes at the foot of the bed.
“What’s that?” I glance at his muscles moving as he rubs at his thick, dark hair. God, this man is gorgeous.
“Carlo thinks he knows where to find our Irishmen. We’re going after them tomorrow.” He fills me in about his conversation with his brother, and when he’s done, I’m left with an uneasy feeling in my chest.