Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
But there’s no air in my lungs.
He’s taken up so much room there’s no room for anything else.
“Fuck,” he groans, the word low and tortured.
He shudders against me, and I shudder with him, feeling his cock jerking and twitching inside me.
He’s stretched me, in all ways, to the point of breaking.
Every defense I’ve thrown up, he’s ripped right through.
Intentionally or unintentionally.
Sanity has been thrown out the window, along with reason, sense, and moral culpability.
When he pulls back and drives into me again, I know I’m done.
It’s only a matter of time when it feels this fucking good.
My pussy squeezes around his cock, dragging another low groan from his lips.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans and starts to hungrily kiss my shoulder and neck.
His fingers, unmoving as his cock pushed inside me, start to move again.
I jerk, trying to escape them.
The two sensations combined entirely too much for my poor broken brain.
“If you want a wedding, you can have a wedding,” he pants as his fingers work me relentlessly.
I push my ass back, inadvertently driving his cock even deeper.
His fingers chase me, pressing harder and harder. “I’ll give you any wedding you want.”
Shaking my head back and forth, I arch and squirm. My soaked walls clenching around him as I still try my best to escape his fingers.
The pressure building in my core is becoming unbearable.
Something will have to give soon.
Yet I’m still unwilling to jump off that cliff.
As much as I want relief, want this to end, I’m afraid.
Afraid of giving him that last piece of me.
“I’ll give you the biggest, most expensive wedding this fucking city has ever seen,” he promises.
The kisses against my neck and shoulder become impatient and more frantic. “We’ll make the world weep with envy.”
My thighs tremble around his legs as I tense up, fighting the maelstrom wreaking havoc inside me.
There’s only one way this can end but I just can’t bring myself to accept it.
Growling in frustration, Jude finally takes the choice away from me.
The pressure of his rubbing fingers disappears and I get one moment of relief.
Then he pinches my clit hard and demands, “Come for me.”
Lightning rips through my body.
I don’t moan, I shout as every nerve inside me sizzles with hot, electric energy.
I fought the release so hard, held so much at bay, now that it’s free I’m completely swept away.
I’m utterly mindless as I grind myself down on his cock.
Reduced to a creature of pure need.
“Yes, that’s it, beautiful. That’s a good angel. Take it. Take everything you want from me,” Jude encourages.
He pinches my clit again then swirls his fingers, somehow matching the pace and rhythm of the waves flowing through me.
I ride out the waves, moaning. Shamelessly writhing against his hard chest. The walls of my core pulsing and squeezing.
Slowly, gradually, everything begins to ebb.
But Jude doesn’t give me a chance to catch my breath or come to terms with what just happened.
Sensing my orgasm fading away, he pushes against me, forcing me onto my stomach.
My face is shoved into the pillow as his weight crushes down on me.
Grabbing my wrists, he pins them over my head then begins to fuck me hard. His hips smacking into my ass.
Another bolt of lightning burns through me as he grunts, “You feel so fucking good, Eden.”
Breath hot against my ear, I can hear the strain, the determination, the fucking effort he’s putting into trying to fuck me through the bed. “You feel like heaven.”
His grip on my wrists tightens, becoming almost painful, and he slams into me fast and furious. “Your tight little pussy was made for me.”
In this position, with his knees now shoving my knees together, I can feel every thick inch of his cock as he pounds into me.
Gliding with ease with how soaked I am.
And it’s too much.
Too much pleasure to contain.
I bite at the pillow, teeth clenching down on fabric, to muffle my scream as another orgasm tears through me. Ripping me apart at the seams.
A mere second later Jude is shouting with me. Coming undone as I clench my thighs and squeeze so hard he can barely move.
Fighting for every thrust, he rocks into me.
Splitting me open again and again.
And singing my praises.
He tells me I’m beautiful.
He tells me how much he loves being buried deep in my pussy.
He tells me he’ll never let me go as he spills himself inside me.
When I finally float back down to reality, I feel him covering me in kisses.
Tenderly he rubs his cheek against mine, and I can’t help but rub mine back, caught up in the sweetness of it.
“You’re amazing,” he murmurs softly. “Absolutely fucking amazing.”
The sudden switch in his behavior has got me so messed up I want to bask in his affection.
I want to stretch out beneath him like a cat and purr.
But his weight is still pushing me uncomfortably down into the bed.