Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he groans. “I could watch you taking me like this all night, Wren. This little hole is so fucking greedy for me, baby.”
I sob his name into the pillow, pushing back against him and he stretches me. It’s an odd sensation at first, but after five years of him taking me like this, it doesn’t hurt at all. It feels so damn good.
Everything he does to me is bliss. Him on top of me, inside of me, his hands on my body…that’s been my happy place for five years. I never want to give it up. I never want to stop feeling like this.
“Fuck,” he groans, his hands digging into my hips as his hips come to rest against my ass. “You’re so goddamn tight like this, Wren.”
“Please,” I sob, my body a livewire of sensation. The feel of him inside me and the hum of the vibrator keep me right on the edge, giving me just enough to keep me there…but not enough to send me over. It’s an exquisite kind of torture.
“You sound so sweet, begging me to fuck your ass, Wren,” he rasps, leaning forward to nip my shoulder. “Keep moaning for me, baby girl. Keep begging.”
He taps the button on the vibrator, speeding it up.
And I give him what he wants. God, I do. I babble and sob, begging and pleading for him to fuck me, to make me come.
He growls his approval and begins to move, slow, easy strokes at first. And then deeper, harder. He’s all over me, setting my whole damn world on fire as he fucks me right out of this dimension into one where this is the only thing that exists.
We’re not Wren or Archer here. We’re not parents. He’s not a famous hockey player. We’re just us. We’re touch, and take, and fuck, and come.
The vibrator speeds up again as he pounds into me, growling about how tight I am, how good I look stretched around him, how he wants to keep me on his cock just like this. And I lose it.
I slam myself back against him over and over.
“Fuck!” he roars, gripping my hips as I take charge and take over. “That’s it, baby. Fuck this tight little ass on my cock.”
I splinter apart, wailing his name into the room. My elbows give out beneath me. That doesn’t stop him. He just wraps an arm around my waist and hauls me up, taking over again.
One powerful thrust after another as the vibrator against my clit sends shockwaves through me again and again. It’s too much and not enough. With him, it’s never enough.
I shatter again, the pillow muffling my screams.
“Wren!” he roars, yanking me back against him as he hurtles over the edge with me, his cock twitching and pulsing in my ass as he spills into me again and again.
I’m a boneless, whimpering mess beneath him, the vibrator already sending me over again. I gasp through it, clenching around him so tightly that he roars my name again before collapsing on top of me.
The vibrator switches off a heartbeat before he slips out of me, rolling me onto my back. His lips come down on mine, his kiss wild and unrestrained, full of devotion.
“I love you,” he rasps. “Christ, I love you, Wren.”
I hum against his lips, too blissed out to speak. To move. I don’t really need to anyway. As soon as he catches his breath, I’m in his arms as he stands from the bed to carry me to the shower. He holds me close, nuzzling my throat and murmuring to me as the water heats.
I come back to life in his arms as he steps beneath the spray, still cradling me in his arms. My eyes sting with tears as I look up at him, reading the devotion stamped across every gorgeous line of his face.
“This is the future I dreamed about,” I whisper.
He groans, resting his forehead against mine. “It’s not your future anymore, Wren. It’s our forever.” His lips curve into a smile. “You make me wild, you know that?”
“I didn’t notice,” I murmur dryly, earning a chuckle from him.
He squeezes my hip, tipping me back beneath the hot spray to wash me up. Neither of us says much until we’re clean, and then he tips my face up to his, his expression soft.
“You’re really giving me another baby, huh?” One big hand drifts across my stomach, his fingers splayed wide.
“Yeah, I am. A boy, this time.” He’s already given me two perfect little girls. This time, I know we’re getting our boy. I feel it in my bones.
His blinding smile tells me that he knows it too.