Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
“I’ll be sure to use it more often.”
Getting to his knees, he removed his jeans and boxer briefs and kicked them off the bed, his hard dick springing free. The piercing on the underside of his shaft captured my attention. “Whoa.”
His lips curved into a smirk as he wrapped his hand around his thick shaft. “Don’t worry, baby. After those two orgasms, you’re ready to take me. And I promise, you’ll like my piercing a fuck of a lot when it’s inside you.”
Suddenly nervous, I licked my lips. “Um, I should probably tell you…”
“What, baby?” he asked, settling between my legs with his dick cradled in the apex of my thighs.
“I’m a virgin.”
His biceps flexed as he stared down at me, his eyes heating even more. “I’m the first man who’s gonna get inside your sweet-as-fuck pussy?”
I nodded shyly. “Yeah.”
He leaned down and captured my mouth in a deep kiss that left me breathless. “Such a good girl, saving that cherry for me.”
Hearing him call me that when the tip of his dick was pressed against my core, and the cold metal of his piercing teased my clit, was even better. But the pleasure was quickly replaced by pain when he pulled his hips back and drove balls deep inside me with one powerful thrust.
Digging my nails into his shoulders, I chanted, “Crap. Crap. Crap.”
“Sorry, baby.” He kissed away the tears streaming down my cheeks. “Figured it’d be better to get the hard part over before you had the chance to tense up and make it worse.”
“I guess you’d know best,” I mumbled before pressing my face against his chest.
“Never took someone’s virginity.” His palm slid between us to cup my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple. “And it’s been longer than I can remember since I’ve so much as looked at a woman, let alone fucked anyone.”
I loved knowing that I was Talon’s first virgin and the only woman who’d caught his interest in so long. About as much as the pulse of pleasure I felt when I wiggled my hips.
“Better now?”
I circled my hips again. “Yeah.”
“Thank fuck,” he groaned.
He grasped my waist hard enough that I was probably going to have bruises in the morning, but it only turned me on more to know that I’d shredded his control so much. He held me in place while he pulled back, his shaft dragging against my inner walls.
When only the tip was still notched inside me, he slammed back in again. “Fuck! You feel so damn good, baby.”
His pace was slow and steady at first, but as my pleasure started to ramp up, he began to move faster and harder. Any hint of my earlier pain was gone, and I met him thrust for thrust. His piercing hit something inside me that was driving me wild. “Yes! More. Please, Talon!”
“Your pussy is so hungry for my cock. Come for me again, baby,” he demanded. “Be a good girl and give me another one before I fill your pussy with so much come it’ll be dripping down your thighs for days.”
His dirty words were enough to push me over the edge. “So close. I think I’m going to—”
My sentence was broken off by my strangled cry as a tidal wave of pleasure crested over my body.
“Fucking hell, baby! Your pussy is milking my cock so good.” His hips pumped a few more times before he anchored his dick all the way inside me and groaned with his release.
We lay there for a while, his body wrapped around mine as our breaths came out in ragged pants. My heart beat erratically, but so was his. With my ear pressed against his broad chest, I heard the rapid thumps. Between listening to that rhythm and experiencing three mind-blowing orgasms, I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
The last thing I heard as I drifted off to sleep was, “There’s no going back now, Tamara. You’re mine.”
8
SAVAGE
The sun barely crested the trees, but I was already wide awake. Flat on my back, one arm tucked behind my head, the other wrapped around the softest damn thing I’d ever held.
Tamara. Naked, warm, and curled into me as though she’d always belonged there.
Because she had. It seemed like my body had been created with just the right spot to fit her against me like the final piece of a puzzle.
One of her thighs was slung over mine, her bare chest pressed against my ribs, her breath soft where it hit my skin. My hand rested on the curve of her hip, and fingers were splayed possessively. My cut hung on the chair across the room, but she was the only brand that mattered.
I was as much hers as she was mine.
My eyes roamed, slow and greedy, soaking in every inch of her I could see in the glow of early light cutting through the window shades. Her silky curls were a riot across my chest, and her skin bore faint traces of where I’d held her and where my mouth had marked her last night.