Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 90276 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90276 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
He drove his finger into me harder and harder. My legs opened wider. It was when I opened my eyes and saw him between my thighs that sent me over the edge.
“Deck. Deck!” I screamed as my body shattered into a brilliance of pleasure. He didn’t stop with his tongue until my body stopped trembling and lay limp.
I heard the rustling of clothing as he took off his jeans, then the wrapper of the condom, and anticipation filled me again.
I reached for him just as he came back to me. My hand curled into the back of his neck as I pulled him down to me and kissed him. It was me giving him what I’d hidden. It was an apology. And it was me loving him for everything he was. “I’m sorry, Deck. God, I’m so sorry.”
“I know you are. But you have nothing to be sorry for.”
I felt his cock hard against my inner thigh and reached between us to take hold of it. “I need you.” He jerked in my hand, the thickness swelling even more. “I’ll always need you.”
Deck groaned as I placed him at my wet entrance. He grabbed my hand, pulling it away from his cock and putting my arms above my head again. I was getting he liked that. A power position. Control, and yes, it turned me on. Not because he controlled me but because it released me. Was it possible Deck gave me what I needed? That the physical pain I sought could end? Deck was giving me that. He let me be free.
“Wrap your legs around me.” He was nudging at my opening and I wanted to push him inside me so badly I was trembling.
“Please. Deck, I need—”
He shut me up by taking my mouth in a fiery passion. This was no longer sweet and gentle. It was an assault of Deck’s mouth until I felt him arch away, then in one thrust of his hips, shoved his cock hard inside me. I screamed beneath his kiss, making a muffled sound.
He pulled out and did it again. This time, he wasn’t kissing me but staring down at me. “Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.
He drew back again and I tensed, holding my breath just before he thrust back into me. The intensity of his stare heightened the passion, held me and wouldn’t let me go. He moved faster and faster, the link between us endless as he kept one hand locked on my wrists above my head and the other flat on the mattress to give him more power to drive into me.
“Hell,” he said as he pushed harder. Faster. Deeper. Until I was meeting each motion with my own. I fought against his hands holding me down, wanting to touch him, but he wouldn’t let me go.
“All of you.” Deck pounded. It was as if he couldn’t get deep enough.
His eyes were closed now, tightness around his lips as if he was in pain. Then his grip loosened and he let me go. My hands instantly went around him, and I felt the straining of his muscles as he held onto control.
His hand slid between us and he touched me. “Now, babe. Now.”
He flicked his finger over me several more times until my body let go. He put both hands on the mattress on either side of my head, giving him leverage and then he violently pumped into me a few more times before he joined me in the whirlwind of brilliance.
Deck took off the condom, tossing it aside before shifting onto his back, taking me with him so I was laying half on top of him. His arm was around me, the other linking our fingers together and resting on his chest. Both of us were silent for a few minutes, our chests rising and falling with our heavy breathing.
“I love you, Georgie.”
I tilted my head, looked up at him and smiled. It was a real smile, one which lit me up from the inside. “I’ve always loved you.”
A tiny flick of a grin before he said, “I know, baby.”
I tried to smack him in the chest, but his hand locked in mine and he wasn’t letting go. Then he did chuckle and brought me in closer as he hugged me. It wasn’t the hard, cold and unemotional Deck; this was the one who let me in to see a part of himself he hid from others.
And yeah, he probably did know I loved him from the beginning, even that day he broke my world apart. I had a feeling it was going to happen again, except this time, I had him.
I felt it before he even said anything. The way his muscles tensed, how he held me tighter to him, how his heart picked up speed beneath our hands locked together.