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)
Damn, but soon needed to get here fucking fast.
Chapter Eighteen
JULES
“Yes, right there. Right there, Flynn!” I shouted as his dick hit my prostate. I’d been pleading for relief for what seemed like hours, but Flynn wasn’t in any hurry. We’d spent so many reserved nights together in my bed, and now that we were alone where no one would hear us, my man was taking complete advantage of that.
Someday I’d need to figure out how to hold out, especially when Flynn ordered me to, because holding out meant taking pleasure in the edging he had become obsessed with.
After our first night together, the man had become insatiable. He’d taken me in so many places and positions that I’d eventually lost track of all our secret spots. He never needed it, but he got my silent approval every time he kissed me. Hell, he got it just by looking at me. Right now, we were in what we’d come to call our spot—the tree we’d sat under when he’d shown me the wolves for the first time.
I was currently pressed up against the tree, fully clothed except for the pants wrapped around my ankles. There’d been no underwear to mess with because I’d given up on wearing any beneath my jeans. Flynn had a habit of tearing them to shreds so he could get inside me faster and since there were no nearby stores that would sell the sexy undergarments, I was having to order them online and only letting him see them at night when he snuck into my room.
“Remember what I told you,” Flynn reminded me.
“Yes,” I growled as my fingers bit into the bark of the tree. My elbows were locked so that I wouldn’t have to feel the bark on my face. Flynn was balls deep inside of me, his hands gripping my hips hard as he rocked in and out of me.
He’d already proven to me once what would happen if I didn’t do as he said. It had been a mere ten minutes earlier, but it’d felt like a lifetime. Flynn had been doing this exact thing to me, but the second I’d reached down to grab my dick so I could get some relief. he had pulled out of me, leaving me hanging. He’d kept one hand on my hips so I hadn’t been able to see what he was doing, but when hot cum had splashed all over my ass and lower back, I’d learned my lesson. Between Flynn’s shout of pleasure and his thick semen running down my ass and over my hole, I’d nearly come on the spot. Unfortunately, the bastard had thought about that during his sensual torture. As he’d come, he’d used his other hand to grip my balls to make sure I wouldn’t be able to chase my own orgasm. I’d made my displeasure known verbally, but Flynn’s response had been to shove his still-hard dick into me.
The rough move had hurt but in a good way.
A really good way.
Instead of getting me off, Flynn had started to slowly fuck me again. He’d teased me in other ways too. The worst was when he’d leaned over my back and whispered how hot it was to feel his own juices on my hole right before he’d thrust back into me. He’d also offered up so many dirty images of how he wanted to take me but hadn’t decided on any one of them yet.
Considering the man had fucked me in a darkened corner of the barn in broad daylight with ranch hands coming and going, I knew he’d do exactly as he pleased before he’d let me have what I wanted.
Sweat dripped off my forehead as Flynn’s thrusts became harder. His heavy balls began to slap my ass when he increased the pace. Without warning, he suddenly pulled out of me. Before I could rip him a new one, my ass cheeks were being held open, and Flynn’s mouth was on my hole.
“Jesus!” I cried out. It wasn’t the first time he had gotten me off this way, but he’d never rimmed me in the middle of fucking me. My limbs shook violently as my burning muscles worked to keep me in the same position. Flynn kissed my opening as if it were my mouth. As much as I loved it, it wasn’t enough, not after everything he’d done to me. “Flynn,” I pleaded.
Flynn licked his way up my ass and along my back until he reached my shoulder. He tipped my head back so he could kiss me. I tasted him on my tongue. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
If we’d been verbally sparring, Flynn wouldn’t have survived the onslaught of my words, but when it came to fucking, I was helpless. I couldn’t get enough of him. Even when I was with him, whether we were having sex or not, I couldn’t shake this nagging fear that it was all too good to be true.