Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I can’t get enough of her. I want to eat her, wreck her, worship her—all at the same time.
Her body is shaking, and the look in her eyes makes all the blood in my body rush straight to my goddamn cock. I can barely breathe. My skin is slick with sweat, and hers is even softer under my hands, hot and wild and made just for me.
I fuck her harder, faster, pounding into her like I’ve lost my goddamn mind. Her curvy body bounces with every thrust. Her hair is everywhere, wild and tangled, exactly how I want it. Exactly how I want her.
I watch her face as she falls apart for me. I want to memorize every single second.
“Fuck, Roni, I need you so bad,” I grit out, and my voice sounds like I’ve run a goddamn marathon. I barely hang on as her perfect pussy squeezes the life out of me. I slam into her again, determined to give her everything she’s ever wanted. My hips jerk out of rhythm. I’m so close I can taste it.
Roni’s body shakes, and she lets out this raw, desperate moan that short-circuits my entire fucking brain. I feel her come apart around my cock, clenching so tightly, I lose it completely.
I shout her name as I come, balls tightening, filling her so deeply I hope it takes. I want to mark her, ruin her, make sure there’s never a single part of her that isn’t mine. Maybe it’s crazy, but the idea of getting her pregnant right now? Fucking perfect. I want it. I want her swollen with my baby, our future starting tonight.
I keep pumping into her, not stopping until every drop is buried deep inside.
Mine. Always. Now, I just need to make sure she sees it the same way.
CHAPTER SEVEN
RONI
I have never been so utterly, deliciously wrecked in my entire life. Not after running a half-marathon in middle school because the coach forgot to stop the clock, not after that time Dee dragged me to the worst CrossFit class in history, not even after that legendary tequila night when I woke up in a bathtub full of rubber ducks.
This? This is next level. Like, my soul just left my body, waved politely to the universe, and is now taking a much-deserved nap somewhere in the ozone layer. My physical form is lying in Nathan’s stupidly expensive bed, sheets twisted around my legs, Nathan’s arm thrown over me like a very possessive weighted blanket. He’s breathing heavily, but it’s calming down, each inhale less frantic than the last.
I stare at the ceiling, counting the recessed lights because it gives my brain something to do besides replaying the last thirty minutes in 8K ultra-high-definition. Every time I blink, I see Nathan: Nathan above me, Nathan between my thighs, Nathan looking at me like I’m the most important thing on this planet, and he’s two seconds from going full caveman. Which, to be fair, is exactly what happened.
The weirdest part? It doesn’t feel wrong. Not even a little. If anything, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Like every late-night movie marathon, every inside joke, every accidental almost-touch over the years has just been leading up to this. I should be panicking about how crossing this line will nuke our friendship into radioactive dust. Instead, all I can think is, “Why the hell did we wait so long?”
I burrow a little deeper into the mattress, shivering as the sweat on my skin cools. Nathan tightens his hold around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. His body is so hot it’s like he’s running a fever, but I love it. I love him. Jesus, I really do.
His hand creeps up from my hip to my stomach, palm splayed wide, thumb gently stroking my skin. Every so often, he lets out a tiny, satisfied grunt, like he’s making sure I haven’t disappeared.
I should say something, break the silence before the weight of what we just did gets too heavy. But I’m still stuck in this strange, serene afterglow, half expecting reality to come crashing in and tell me I hallucinated all of this.
Instead, Nathan’s voice rumbles in my ear, low and scratchy. “You okay, Roni Roo?”
I let out a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “I’m not sure, Natie Boo. You wrecked me.”
He makes a pleased, contented noise—like a lion after a successful hunt. “Good. I plan on wrecking your gorgeous ass at least twice a day, every day from now on.”
Sounds like heaven to me. His words hit me straight in the solar plexus. There’s a seriousness behind them that makes my heart flutter and squeeze at the same time as happiness flows through me.
I turn my head just enough to look at him. His eyes are closed, but there’s this tiny smile tugging at the edge of his mouth. I reach up and poke his cheek with one lazy finger.