Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28678 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I clench my thighs together and nod. “I want that.”
“Say it then. Ask me to fill you up nice and hard,” he challenges.
This is a side of Colt that I didn’t expect but I should have. I should have known that the man who’s used to being in control in every area of his life would also demand control in the bedroom.
“Fill me,” I whimper the words.
He arches an eyebrow and waits.
My cheeks heat and warmth steals down my neck and over my chest. “Fill my pretty pussy up nice and hard.”
For a second, I worry that I sound like a second-rate porno actress. But if the satisfaction in Colt’s gaze is anything to go by, he doesn’t feel like that at all. “Good girl.”
Two words that nearly have me coming right here. Why is that I’m so desperate to be his good girl, the one he showers with praise and affection? The one he kisses so tenderly then thoroughly fucks?
He lets go of my hair and steps back long enough to pull off his pants. Then I’m staring at my father’s best friend in all of his naked glory. Colt is built from his extensive training and the hours of work on his farm. His body is a masterpiece that I want to trace with my tongue and my mouth waters at the thought.
He grips his cock roughly and scowls at me. “Better quit licking those plump lips or you’ll be gagging on me before the night is over.”
I swallow hard, not sure what to say. Because I’d love nothing more than to do exactly that.
He chuckles. “You really do want it.”
I nod again, wondering if it’s a bad thing to be eager. I want him to know the same pleasure he gave me earlier.
“Not yet. I want my come inside you, filling you up first.”
“I’m on birth control,” I volunteer. I started it as a teenager to help with acne and now I’m glad I never went off of it.
He scowls at this and for a moment I wonder if my dad’s best friend is jealous. Doesn’t he know there’s no competition? No boy could ever compare to the glorious man standing here.
“You’re the only one for me.” The words slip from my lips without my permission. Probably a childish confession from a college student that’s barely stepped outside of her tiny hometown. And it’s a confession to him, a man that’s lived through the loss of his family, a war, and the deaths of his fellow soldiers.
But he doesn’t laugh or dismiss my words. Instead, he captures my chin in his hand, forcing me to look up at him. “Damn straight,” he rasps the words then he’s pushing me back onto the mattress.
His body is over mine, giving me warmth and comfort and shelter. He presses kisses to my temple, burying his face in my hair. He inhales deeply and lets the breath out slowly, like he’s come to a decision.
“I’ll go as slow as I can, angel.” I like it when he calls me that. I like the idea of being his angel. His dirty angel, the one he corrupted.
His cock is nudging my folds and I roll my hips, desperate to get the friction I need.
“Shh, I’m going to take care of that ache,” he murmurs as he aligns our bodies. He enters me slowly and keeps his thrusts shallow. He watches my expression for any sign of discomfort, and I love that he cares so much.
My channel is stretching to accommodate him. He’s so big that I swear I feel him everywhere.
Above me, his body trembles as he forces himself to hold back. No matter how long I live, I’ll always remember this moment. Seeing my big, strong man above me as he restrains his power is so erotic. I want to wreck his control the same way he’s wrecked my heart.
“Now,” I whisper as I hook a leg around his waist and rake my nails down his back.
He snaps, pushing through my virgin barrier with a roar of triumph.
For a moment, the breath leaves my lungs as a wave of pain overtakes me. But then he’s cupping my face, whispering that I’m doing so good for him and that this is almost over. He’s calling me his good girl, reminding me that I’m his.
As the pain eases, I give him a nod. He withdraws from me slowly and between us, there’s the evidence of my virginity mixing with his precum. We’re becoming one, I realize as he slides back into me.
He sets the pace with a leisurely rhythm as if he’s savoring this moment and holding it close. Every pump of his cock, every snap of his hips is driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“More,” I whimper.
He senses what I need as he places his hand between our bodies. His thick fingers find my aching clit and massage it. The pressure in my channel grows and with each slick thrust, my pussy clenches him tighter.