Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Too much?”
Was it?
She tipped her head to the side and waited for her body to accommodate him, stretching enough to accept his girth and length in that position without discomfort.
“No.” If anything, it was like she was made for him. Right now, they fit perfectly. However, she hadn’t moved yet and he also wasn’t thrusting.
“Gonna let you control the pace so I don’t hurt you.”
With her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, she nodded.
“Want me to take over, just say the fuckin’ word.”
She nodded again.
“Anythin’ gets to be too fuckin’ much, say the word.”
She gave him one more nod.
“If—”
“Got it. I’ll say the word. You’re throwing me off my game.”
When his body jerked, then shook, she glanced at his face and saw him silently chuckling. He lifted his hands with his palms out as if to say, “I surrender.”
Despite giving him lip, she really appreciated the fact he was looking out for her.
After slowly pushing up an inch or two, she lowered her weight back down, testing to see if there was any discomfort with the movement.
There wasn’t.
Okay, let’s do this!
She rose and fell quicker this time.
All good.
Once she found a steady rhythm, he was no longer chuckling. His hand gripped her hips as he helped guide her up and down.
Not that she couldn’t do that on her own, she could, but in that moment, they were a team and she appreciated the assist.
She began to test different speeds and angles in an effort to find what worked the best to make her come.
Because she wanted to come. At least once. More, if possible.
Over the years, she had given herself plenty of orgasms, but the ones Ash gave her during their first time together seemed to be so much sweeter.
It seemed weird having both Ash and “sweet” together in the same thought. If he knew, he’d probably be horrified.
He hissed out a breath at the same time his fingertips dug deeper into her hips. “Slow down, baby.”
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah, but I ain’t.”
“What—oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Just like you givin’ me head, don’t wanna shoot my load too soon.”
Again, he was looking out for her.
“Roll your hips.”
When she did, he grunted. She did it again.
Ooooh, she liked that since she could grind her clit against him.
She circled to the right, then reversed it. She kept switching the direction and grinding down on him even more.
“For fuck’s sake,” he groaned, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes closed.
She paused. “Not good?”
“Lyric.”
“It’s reassuring that you remember who’s currently riding your cock.”
His eyes opened, but only enough for them to narrow on her. “Why the fuck would I forget?”
“Because you have sex with so many different women.”
His mouth opened and, after a few seconds of silence, his breath expelled in a rush. “Ain’t gonna forget it’s you sittin’ on my dick.”
“Good to know.”
He stared at her like she was out of her mind.
A small smile teased her lips. “Let’s keep going.”
“Yeah, let’s,” he grumbled.
When she began to move again, she quickly found a steady rhythm.
As she focused on his tattooed body sprawled out beneath her, she didn’t know where to concentrate first. Or maybe it was better if she didn’t concentrate at all.
She could simply enjoy and lose herself to all the sensations. Appreciate the natural connection they’ve always had together.
She never had any desire for another man.
Not one.
Maybe that was the risk of growing up how she did. For her, no one else could live up to someone like Ash.
He was a protector.
Big. Powerful. A take-charge type of man.
He would never run from a fight, but instead, run toward it. Especially if the danger involved anyone in their DAMC family.
A sharp “Fuck!” yanked her back to the bed.
“What’s wr—” Before she could finish the question, she found herself on her back with Ash’s weight on her. As soon as he kneed her thighs wider, he took her in one smooth thrust.
She guessed him giving her control and her trying new things was over.
Bah. She’d survive this twist.
“So fuckin’ wet,” he mumbled into her neck.
“How can you tell? You’re wearing a condom.”
“Baby,” he breathed, like he couldn’t believe she’d just asked that.
He took her lips next, most likely to end the conversation. With his tongue sweeping through her mouth, he began to thrust long and deep.
He rolled one of her nipples between his long fingers before doing the same with the other. He captured her gasp and subsequent groan, but never slowed his pace.
Clearly, the man was on a mission. She green lit that particular mission since it included orgasms. Especially when, after abandoning her nipple, he shoved a hand between them and he tweaked her clit.
Holy moly. Her sensitive clit began to pulse and so did her insides, clenching and unclenching around him.
After twisting his head to break the lock he had on her lips, he sucked a nipple in deep. The sharpness of his teeth scraping over the tip had her hips shooting up and smashing her pussy against him, driving him even deeper.