Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
I’m shocked. “You’ve never…”
“Not without a condom, no.” He eases out, then forces his way back in—finally to the hilt.
We both groan. I feel him everywhere—inside me, around me, overwhelming me. I throw my head back, cling to him, dig my nails into him.
“I can’t believe I’m finally inside you,” he breathes. “I fantasized about being your first, princess. I’ve wanted to make you mine for so long. The fact we’re together now, that there’s nothing between us, and you could get pregnant tonight…” Impossibly, he swells inside me. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
I manage a little mental math. “The timing would be right.”
“Really?”
“Is that okay?”
“Okay?” Suddenly, he thrusts into me like a wild man, claiming me with a hard, ever-increasing pace that fires all my nerve endings. “I’m going to stay inside you all night, make you come for me until you’re wrung out, and fucking fill you every chance I get. I’d love for you to be pregnant when I marry you tomorrow.”
“Yes…”
All talking stops then. He pumps me deep, one strong push after another, increasing his pace into something raw, primal, insistent. Teeth bared, he groans as he grinds his way inside me, claiming me masterfully and turning my body inside out. Every shove of his wide cock scrapes nerve endings inside me that has my eyes flaring, my body tensing, my heart thundering.
“You’re tightening on me.”
“You’re unraveling me,” I manage to cry out between labored breaths.
“Good. I want to watch you come.” He rolls onto his back and grips my hips until I’m situated on top, straddling him.
He’s so huge, I swear I can feel him everywhere inside me.
“Now be a little good girl and fuck me.”
I sense Hayden is holding back a bit since it’s my first time, and it’s sweet. But he’s giving me a glimpse of the fact he’ll be dirty and raw in bed.
Yeehaw!
As I move carefully over him, my hair brushes sensually over my back. I splay my palms across the solid width of his working-man’s chest and drink in the sight of tribal ink around his thick biceps. As he guides my hips, my breasts bounce and my pussy catches fire. Incredibly, I feel him in places I didn’t before. And when he tightens and slams up inside me in rapid-fire strokes, my desire churns out of control. I start to come apart.
He hurries my loss of sanity with a thumb over my clit. “Come for me. Yes. Oh, fuck. Yes, just like—”
I can’t hear the rest over the pounding of my heart. I tense and cry out as I feel the storm gathering between my legs and need tearing through my veins. It spills over and sends me skyrocketing to an ecstasy where I’m only aware of pleasure and Hayden deep inside of me providing it. It jolts me. I shudder, disintegrating before him, and scream my throat raw until a heavy roll of satisfaction hits me and I feel utterly boneless.
A split second later, he tosses me on my back again, jackhammers into me as if he can’t fill me deep or fast enough, then an animal growl rips from his throat as he impales me with one last powerful thrust, shudders, and floods my womb with his hot seed.
The moment is perfect, powerful, profound—and far more amazing than any teenage fantasy I ever had about making love with Hayden Hughes.
A moment later, he catches his breath and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Feel good, princess?”
“Yeah.”
“Happy?”
I smile. “Yeah.”
He shoots me a sly grin. “Is that token you gave me good for more than one ride?”
The curl of my mouth turns naughty. “It’s good for the whole night.”
“Hallelujah. How about we break out the bubbly, I slip that engagement ring on your finger, then you can spread your legs for me again so I can make you deliciously sore and ensure you look well fucked tomorrow when I marry you?”
There’s my Hayden—audacious and challenging and perfect for me.
I wriggle under him, earning a hiss, then whisper in his ear, “I can’t think of anything I want more.”
4
Hayden
I’m in heaven.
Six days ago, Perrie came home, “fiancé” in tow, and forced to me re-examine my feelings for my best friend’s sweet, virginal daughter. Thank god I don’t have to fantasize anymore what being deep inside Perrie is like. After last night, she’s all woman—my woman. And as she walks down the aisle to me, looking stunning in a simple white satin floor-length sheath with lace insets along the back and the thigh-high slit, I could swear she’s glowing even more than usual.
Fingers crossed she’s pregnant.
Yeah, maybe it’s wishful thinking, but the notion makes me pretty damn ecstatic.
“I’ve never seen either of you look so happy,” Dan murmurs in my ear as he stands beside me.
“Thanks for being my best man.”
He nods. “Happy to. I’m honored to be beside you both as you become man and wife.”