Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
I grip her tighter when her ass settles fully onto my hips, and then lift her up again. Christ, she looks wanton above me, her breasts begging for attention.
When she shifts toward me, I lean up to pull a nipple into my mouth. She cries out, tossing her head back. I lave one nipple and then the other with my teeth and tongue, feeling out every little ridge and pebble, memorizing them with my lips.
Elsie rocks above me, my cock sliding in and out of her perfect body. The slide and slap of skin on skin fills my ears as the scent of her arousal fills the room. The scent and sound of sex, of me and her, spears through me, twisting my guts and tightening my balls.
I release her nipple, leaning back against the chaise.
She writhes above me, rocking her hips as I lift mine to meet her. I can't breathe through the sensations tearing through me. I have to make her come again, sooner rather than later, because I'm hanging on by the skin of my teeth.
"Elsie, fuck," I grunt when she rocks her hips again, pushing me deeper, harder into her.
Her mouth falls open, that sweet note of pain and pleasure twisting her lips. "Noah, I—"
"Look at you, gorgeous girl," I groan, unable to keep my eyes off the sight of her flushed, gorgeous body impaled on my dick. "You look so beautiful riding my cock."
I grip her hips hard enough to bruise, and guide her up and down, up and down, until the room pulses with the sound of her riding my cock.
Sweet fucking Christ, this is what I was made for.
She's wild above me, her nails scraping down my shoulders as she chokes out my name, sobbing it.
"This is us, baby." I groan when she rocks above me faster, her inner walls beginning to flutter. "You're not coming for a fantasy tonight. You're coming for me, Dimples."
The intense look of joy on her face, the pure bliss radiating from her, damn near unmans me.
"Give it to me, baby. Come on my cock," I growl, sliding my hands up her ribs and dragging my thumbs across her nipples, pinching until she shudders. She's so goddamn beautiful, undone and burning and completely mine.
"Noah!" she cries out, rocking against me even faster. Her walls flutter faster, faster. She drops down, and I hold her there, grinding my hips into her, hitting that magical spot.
She comes apart above me, sobbing my name, her nails digging into my shoulders so hard I'll feel the marks for days. I want to feel them for days. I want to look in the mirror and see her marks and remember how she took everything I gave her and more.
Her pussy clamps around me, clenching and squeezing, and I nearly black out from the force of it. It feels so fucking good.
I shout wordlessly, slamming her down on my cock and grinding into her.
My own orgasm hits me with the force of a tsunami, raging through me so intensely, I can't move through the pleasurable pain. I can't breathe through it, either. All I can do is moan her name as I spill into her, filling her with everything I am.
When she finally collapses against my chest, we're both exhausted, but I can't stop grinning.
"Elsie," I whisper her name, brushing little kisses across her face. My heart hammers in my chest, pounding for her. "I love you."
She hums, her breath a soft sigh across my cheek. Within seconds, she's asleep, curled against my chest.
I lie there for long moments, feeling the rise and fall of her chest against me. I could get used to this. I hope she can, too. If she leaves me now, she'll break me. If admitting that makes me a pussy, I'll accept that title. Hell, I'll wear it with pride, just like my father has, and my grandfather, and likely my great-grandfather before him. The men in my family aren't afraid to love a good woman.
I'm a little afraid of Elsie, though. The woman is a goddess. And the depth of what I feel for her…well, I've never been in love before, don't have a clue if this is always what it's supposed to feel like. Gut-wrenching, all-consuming, exhilarating. I've been falling for weeks already, and I just keep going deeper.
Go hard or go home, though, right?
I have no intentions of going home anytime soon.
"No," Elsie mumbles when I shift beneath her. She clutches at me, her arms tensing and then relaxing again.
"I'm not going anywhere, baby," I promise, wrapping my arms around her to drag my ass from the chaise before we end up sleeping there. Her couch was uncomfortable enough the night we slept there.
I tuck her face into my neck, carrying her down the hall to her bedroom.