Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I crawled slowly over Clara, caging her beneath me and savoring the way her flushed skin looked beneath the golden glow of the dim bedroom lighting. Her tits rose and fell rapidly with her ragged breathing, her amber eyes wide and dark, pupils blown with arousal and locked on mine. I lowered myself onto her, relishing every inch of soft, hot skin pressing against the hard planes of my chest, the contact sending a jolt of pleasure through me that nearly stole my breath.
She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, her thighs quivering slightly, and her entire body still pulsating from the powerful orgasms I’d already wrung from her. I groaned at the slick heat of her center brushing against my cock, my length throbbing painfully, eager to finally be completely sheathed inside her snug channel.
“You feel how fucking hard you’ve made me, Clara?” I growled low against her ear, shifting so the thick head of my cock glided through her slickness, teasing both of us mercilessly.
She whimpered softly, trying to drag me closer, hungrily seeking more. “Yes please, Ronan. I need you inside me.”
I gripped her thigh, positioning myself at her entrance, my eyes locked fiercely onto hers, watching every flicker of desire and anticipation cross her gorgeous face. “Look at me while I stretch this tight little pussy open, baby.”
I sank into her in one powerful, slow stroke, her pussy swallowing my cock inch by agonizing inch. Her eyes widened, a strangled cry leaving her lips, and I nearly lost control right then, buried to the hilt inside her soft heat.
“Fuck, Clara,” I ground out roughly, my voice ragged with barely restrained need. “This pussy was made for me. Made for taking my cock like it was born to be stuffed full.”
Clara’s breath hitched, her nails digging sharply into my shoulders as her thighs clamped around me. Her head dropped back against the pillow, her entire body quaking beneath me and shifting restlessly.
“Please, Ronan,” she begged softly, the words a broken whimper. “I need you to move.”
I drew my hips back slow enough for her to feel the ridges of my cock along her pussy walls, making her gasp. Then I drove into her hard, my cock pounding in and out with steady, powerful thrusts that had her crying out and clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping her anchored. I didn’t slow my pace, I wanted her to feel every single inch of how thoroughly I owned her. I needed to lose myself in the way her pussy clung to me, every stroke pushing me closer to the edge of madness.
My mouth found hers, and our tongues tangled in a rough, filthy kiss that stole her breath that had her grinding up to meet each of my punishing strokes. “Gonna fill you up so fucking deep, Clara. You ready to take every last drop of my seed and keep it?”
Her breath quickened, her eyes wide and wild, and her lips opening and closing like she couldn’t find her words. I gripped her thighs in a bruising hold and pulled them higher around my waist as my hips snapped relentlessly against hers, slamming the headboard into the wall.
“Tell me you want it,” I demanded harshly. “Tell me you want me to fill your womb, baby.”
“Yes! I want it!” Clara’s words tumbled out in a rush, her entire body wrapping around me, yearning and begging. “Yes! Oh, yes! I want all of you. Ronan!”
Her response set off a possessive surge in my blood, pushing me over the edge.
“Fucking perfect,” I snarled, pistoning feverishly as I chased the climax that roared up my spine.
My release hit me like a freight train, my cock pulsing hard as I came so fucking deep inside her, filling her womb with hot ropes of come. My orgasm triggered hers, and she screamed my name, her nails clawing down my back, sending sharp, delicious pain to blend perfectly with the pleasure still crashing over me. Her entire body shuddered in my arms, and her inner walls clamped fiercely around me, milking me for every bit of my seed.
It seemed like my release would go on forever, but eventually, I was empty and able to take in a long breath. I lowered myself carefully, mindful of my weight, but staying buried inside her. Clara’s body relaxed beneath me, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. Her heart thundered wildly against mine as we lay tangled together, both our bodies coated in sweat and the heady scent of sex.
I nuzzled my face against her throat, pressing a slow kiss against the hammering pulse there.
“Don’t fucking move,” I murmured with a playful nip. “Gonna stay right here. Keep you stuffed full of me.”
Clara laughed breathlessly, her hands stroking along my shoulders. “As if I could move right now anyway.”