Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
"I know," I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. I feel my heartbeat everywhere, pounding through me like a wild drumbeat. "Oh, please, River."
"What do you need, baby? Tell me."
"I need you inside me."
He growls, claiming my mouth in a deep kiss. We work together to get his zipper down, our hands slipping against one another before my fingers wrap around his cock.
"Put me inside you," he orders, bossy like always.
This is usually the part where I'd mess with him, but I'm too far gone for that today. I need him more than I need to fuck with him.
I spread wide around his hips, pressing his cock to my entrance.
"Riv—!" His hand clamped over my mouth silences my shout as he slams inside me, taking me in one hard thrust.
He fucks me hard and fast, lifting me up and down his cock until I feel like I'm flying. The way he grunts praise and filth in my ear has me sobbing against his palm, my entire body trembling and aching.
"That's it, princess," he croons, his teeth closing around the shell of my ear. "I know you want to come for me."
He's right. I do. I want to come so damn badly, but I can't yet. Not until…
He yanks me down on him, pressing his lips to my ear. "I love you."
I shatter around him, clawing at his shoulders. He grunts, his face buried in my throat as he follows me over the edge, spilling into me.
"Love you, love you," I breathe against his palm, my whole body liquefied.
I'm not sure if he hears me until I feel him shudder against me. "Fuck. I'll never get enough of you saying that while I'm inside you, princess," he groans, placing adoring little kisses all over the side of my throat.
And to think I thought it was a cliché…
Truth is, Lilah was right. There's nothing better than hearing those words while he's inside me. If heaven exists, it's that moment. It's always that moment.
Who knew stalking him would turn out this way?
His hand slides from my hip and then onto my belly. "How's my girl?"
"Perfect," I sigh.
"You talking about you or my baby, Jasmine?"
"Both. We're both perfect."
He tips his head back, meeting my gaze. His glasses are smudged, sitting askew on his nose, but his eyes are bright behind them, his smile full of affection. "Yeah," he breathes, reaching up to cup my cheek. "You are."