Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I could see out of my peripheral that one of his hands was braced by my head, his arm straight and tensed, his bicep bulging. “You me,” I begged, knowing he’d understand the intimacy I needed, the gentleness. He moved his other hand and cupped my cheek, stroking his thumb along my skin softly. He stared into my eyes the entire time as he kept working his dick into my body.
“Stay right here with me, Pyper.”
Always.
It was like everything around us disappeared, like there was nothing else that mattered in the world but this one moment. I felt that to my very soul.
“Pyper, you’re so fucking tight. And God, baby, you’re soaked for me.” He gritted his teeth and pulled out of me slowly. When just the tip of his cock was at my entrance, Gio waited for a prolonged moment, staring down at where we were connected, then he sank back in. A groan spilled from him as he closed his eyes, his pleasure clear.
He pulled out, pushed back in.
Pulled out. Pushed back in.
Gio bottomed out inside me and then stilled, as if to really let me feel how much he filled me. My inner muscles contracted around him involuntarily.
“Jesus.” He reached up and smoothed his thumb over my lip. “Tell me,” he gritted out. He didn’t give me a chance to ask what he meant. “Tell me I’ll be the only man who ever knows what you feel like… like this.”
I licked my lips, panting. “Only you.” He rested his upper body on top of mine, and I sighed when his hardness met every feminine, soft part of me. The way he touched me, spoke to me, was soft and gentle, possessive and territorial.
With his chest to mine, Gio started moving his hips back and forth, stroking me from the inside out. I was helpless to keep my eyes open, and so I gave in, letting them close, giving myself over to how good and right this felt.
Gio was breathing so hard it was as if he’d run a marathon. He started really moving in me then, as if he was having one hell of a time controlling his pace.
The feeling of him moving in and out of me, pistoning that thick shaft of his through my little pussy hole, was unlike anything I could have ever imagined.
I’d thought of this countless times, but nothing could have ever prepared me for reality.
Both of his forearms were now beside my head, his abdomen contracting, his six-pack flexing as he thrust into me. I grew hotter, felt my pussy clenching around his cock on its own as he plunged in and out of me.
“Pyper. Christ, girl. You’re so tight. So wet and hot. And it’s all for me.” Sweat started to bead on his temples from his exertion, or maybe it was because he was trying so hard to stay in control. “I’ll never want anyone but you.”
Gio had always been everything I wanted, needed, fantasized about.
He grunted in ecstasy. “Take all of me, Pyper.” Gio thrust into me, hitting something deep and sensitive, something that had my back arching again, my breasts being pushed out even more, my nipples hardening further. I opened my mouth and cried out. Gio kissed me, muffling the sound, stealing the desire that spilled from me, the air that left me. While still kissing me, he reached between us and ran his finger over my clit.
And just like that, I came again.
I felt how my inner muscles clenched around his length, his girth so substantial even that act of my body sucking at him, trying to draw him in more, had a gasp leaving me.
“Christ,” he ground out and leaned in to kiss me hard, possessively… as if he were claiming me, like his life depended on it. Gio thrust inside me again and again and again. Once, twice, and on the third time, he slammed into my body hard enough I slid up on the mattress. I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, holding on, digging my nails into his skin. The pleasure wracked me, had me writhing for him, under him, seeking more.
“Pyper. God, my Pyper.” His jaw was so clenched, his teeth gnashing together.
I felt how hard his body became as he came in me. And I swore—as I stared up at him with no doubt this wonder on my face—I felt the powerful jets of his orgasm fill me.
With his pelvis pressed all the way against mine, his body still on top of me, and the hard pumps of his cum filling my pussy, all I could do was hold on.
I hadn’t been the same since I realized I loved him. But tonight? Tonight, I knew this changed everything irrevocably.
“So. Fucking. Good.” He was still coming, still holding onto me as if he thought I’d leave.