Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“I want more,” I tell him. The orgasms he gave me were incredible. I’ve never been this boneless, this happy and sated. But it’s still not enough. I need to feel Bronco inside of me, stretching me. Owning me.
He’s quiet for so long that at first, I think he’s going to deny the request. Then he says, “You don’t owe me a thing.”
“Fuck me like I owe you everything, and you’re taking your due.” I press a kiss to his lips, tasting my essence on his tongue. It’s primal and erotic and so damn hot. I didn’t know I’d like sex this much. Then again, it’s Bronco, and he’s the only man I’ve ever fantasized about. The only one whose name I cry out in the dark when I’m alone.
He groans, the sound vibrating through his chest and into me. I arch up against him, suddenly feeling like we’re not close enough. I want desperately to crawl into his skin, to make my home deep in his soul, the way he has mine.
His hand moves from where it’s resting on my hip, and he slides it across my swollen pussy that he’s already pleasured. He swirls my wetness around. “So responsive for me.”
I whimper when his finger breaches my tight channel.
Bronco’s finger is big and thick, just the way I know his cock will be. The thought has me spasming, and my body sucks his finger in deeper. Over me, he grinds his erection against my hip. Hard. He’s seeking his own friction, as desperate for our connection as I am.
“Take me,” I whisper, unable to believe that after all this time we’re finally in the same place together. I never thought this would happen, and if I wake up tomorrow to find this was all a beautiful, horny dream, I’m going to cry for a million years.
“Look at me.” Bronco’s words have me snapping open my gaze. He adds a second finger, stretching me even more. “I want to see every expression. Want to know what you look like when I’m making you come on my fingers.”
I reach down and massage my aching clit, circling it just the way I like.
“That’s it. Rub yourself.”
I whimper at his words. He’s so big, and he’s filling me so much. I didn’t even realize how empty I was until he put his fingers in my pussy.
I rub my clit furiously, stars finally exploding behind my eyes. When I come, it’s with his whispered words of praise in my ear. He’s telling me how proud he is of me, of how beautiful and sweet I am.
It’s one thing to give him my body. It’s another thing to accept his whispered words and know they’re only in the moment. “Inside me. Now.”
He stands from the sofa, looming over me. He yanks at his boots and pants, kicking them off so quickly he nearly topples over me. Then he swears under his breath. He goes back to his pants and yanks his wallet from them. He pauses then and gives me a look I don’t fully understand. “I haven’t carried these in well over a decade.”
I see the foil packet, and my heart skips a beat. In all of my fantasies, Bronco has always taken me with nothing between us. No barriers. Just skin on skin as he fills me with his come. Sometimes in my fantasies, he growls at me that he’s going to give me his come and that I’m going to give him a baby in return.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him.
“Are you sure?”
I take a deep breath and decide to go for it. After all, if I’m going to play out my Bronco fantasies this afternoon, then I’d rather experience them in all their glory. “I want every inch of you inside of me, and I want to feel it all.”
It’s the only permission he needs. The next thing I know, he’s rolling over me and sliding his cock through my slick folds.
I expect him to thrust into my body, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pauses. He brushes a kiss to my forehead. “You’re special to me. Precious. I need you to know that.”
“I need you to know that I think you have an incredible ass,” I answer, trying desperately to lighten the mood. He can’t mean these beautiful words the way I hope he does. Thinking that he does is the surest way to getting my heart broken.
He rocks his hips forward. “Feel this. Feel me sliding deep and taking care of you.”
He presses into my body then. He moves slowly and despite the previous orgasms, he’s still huge. So huge that it takes my breath away and makes me gasp.
He stops, holding his big body above mine. The way he’s looking at me right now makes me feel like he can read every thought in my head. Like he knows everything about me with a single glance.