Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“So tight, Jules,” Flynn whispered as he drew his finger back out until it was nearly clear of my body. Then he pushed it back into me. My entire being jerked at the sensation. He finger-fucked me a few times before his finger disappeared entirely, then it was back, once again wet.
More of his pre-cum.
My body welcomed his re-entry and when he added another finger, I saw stars. I had yet to stroke my cock despite the fact that I had my fingers wrapped around it. Flynn hadn’t told me I could yet, and I was glad because then all of this would be over.
I rode Flynn’s fingers as he slid them in and out of me. He kept trying to pull my leg higher over his hip, exposing more and more of me. His cock was nudged up against my balls.
“Fuck, I wanted to take you with my fingers first, but I can’t wait,” Flynn barked in frustration.
“Good, because I can’t either. Fuck me, Flynn. For real,” I demanded.
Flynn was gentle when he removed his fingers, but everything after was rushed.
“I’ll replace these,” Flynn snapped impatiently as his hands met just beneath my ass. A loud tearing sound followed until my leg was completely free. I didn’t give a crap about the torn clothing. If I’d had the strength, I would have ripped his jeans so I could feel more of his body against mine. Flynn didn’t seem concerned about his pants, though, because he was reaching for the small bottle of lube. He was forced to release my leg so he could open the cap, but I left my leg where it was. I wanted to beg him to hurry, but he was already fumbling with the bottle as it was.
To know that I was the one who was making him clumsy warmed up my insides. Granted, I already felt like I was going to go up in flames at any moment, but a part of me that couldn’t be warmed by something like sex soaked up the knowledge that I had as much power over Flynn’s body as he had over mine. By the time the head of his wet dick was notched up against my hole, I had a stranglehold on my own dick. At that point, I was holding myself firmly in an attempt to keep me from missing out on what was to come.
Flynn’s hand held my cheek open while his other hand held his demanding cock steady as he pushed his hips forward.
I couldn’t say who made what sounds after that, but when he finally breached me, his mouth latched on to mine. It was a hard, impatient meeting of our tongues as he pulled back just a little and then pushed forward so even more of his length slid into me. I gripped his arm hard as the pain and burn mixed. Despite his clear need, Flynn was being careful not to just thrust into me and start fucking me.
He needed me to feel what he was feeling—that desperation to be one with another person. Not just any person, though. The person. No man other than Flynn would ever touch me again. No one would ever be able to make me feel all the things he did.
Not that I’d give anyone else a chance.
Flynn was it.
Even if the worst were to happen and I lost him, he’d always be it for me.
I tore my mouth from his. “Promise me,” I said on a groan because Flynn chose that moment to slide out and back in, burying even more of himself inside of me. “Promise me it will always be like this. Just us.”
“Always,” Flynn growled and then he was rolling us so that I was flat on my back. Flynn managed to keep himself inside of me, but the second my shoulders met the bed, his other arm was supporting my leg, exposing me completely. Thankfully, he was using his arms to keep me like that because I didn’t have the strength to do it myself.
The new position allowed Flynn to sink all the way inside of me with his next forward glide. When the hair at the base of his dick rubbed against my skin, I knew we were finally one. Two halves who’d been searching so long for one another and now we were whole.
Flynn sat up enough to watch his dick slide in and out of me. If I’d been able to look, I would have. Feeling it was more than enough, though. The first few glides burned like a motherfucker, but then all the pain and discomfort were gone and all that remained was the sensation of my inner muscles gripping his hot, bare skin. The friction of him moving in and out of me began to slowly build. I released my dick because I knew my fingers weren’t going to bring me the pleasure I craved.