Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
I lean forward, and he presses his tip into me and grabs a breast in the other hand. I close my eyes in a lazy blink. He feels so good. So big. So perfect inside me. I never want this to end. I want Hunter to fuck me forever.
His hands slide to my hips, and like he knows I’m caught in some kind of lust-filled haze, he starts to move from under me, thrusting upward. My palms press into his chest, and he pushes up, up, up, so deep inside me, stretching me, filling me, owning me.
I’m floating, my limbs weak, my body vibrating. All I can see, think, and feel is him. Hunter. He presses my hips down to meet his, and I groan at how deep he gets. How full I am. How completely at peace I am with him.
“Hunter,” I gasp out. His fingers press just shy of painfully into my hips.
“You’re so sexy,” he pants, thrusting again. “I want to fuck you all night. All day. Forever.”
I twist my hips, trying to give him just a little of what he’s giving me. His groan gives me some satisfaction.
His hands slide to my arms, and he holds them tightly against my body so I can’t move them, using them as an anchor so he can drive into me relentlessly. Over and over, deeper and deeper.
“Hunter,” I cry. It’s too much. It’s too good. It feels like we were made for each other. I crumble as my orgasm tears through me. He thrusts up, and all I can do is take it as I climax, my body shuddering on his cock. He lets out a roar and thrusts up one final time, both of us reaching the peak at the same time.
I slump forward on his chest. I don’t know which racing heartbeat belongs to him and which is mine.
His breath is ragged against my ear, and he wraps his arms around me tightly.
I’ve never come like that before. Never felt like that before. Never been worshipped the way Hunter worships me.
“You okay?” he asks as our bodies settle.
“I don’t know,” I say, honestly. “I don’t know how I’ll . . .” I feel like life has shifted a little. The physical connection I have with Hunter is new and surprising, and I’m already worried that at some point, I won’t have it.
I feel vulnerable.
“It feels deep, right?” he asks.
I lift my head to see the expression in his eyes. His bright-blue gaze stares back at me, full of concerns. I nod. “Yeah. It feels . . .”
He exhales slowly. “Let’s just . . .”
“Let’s just what?” I ask. I shift off him so I’m lying beside him, and he pulls me back so I’m welded to his side.
“I don’t know, Lucy. This is new territory for me.”
“We said we wouldn’t get involved because we’d end up hating each other and have to be cordial during holidays, and—”
“I know,” he says. “But I don’t think I could ever hate you.”
“You gave it a really decent shot there when we first met.”
He chuckles and presses a kiss on my head. “I didn’t know you. I didn’t know how fucking good you looked in a white T-shirt and nothing else.” He fiddles with the knot in my T-shirt and works it free, then pulls it over my head.
Is this just sex for him? Because it isn’t for me. I don’t want to admit that because I don’t want to create tension, but he sees parts of me no one else has ever seen.
Proving it, he sweeps the hair off my face and dips to press a kiss on my lips. “And as well as being the sexiest girl that ever lived, you’re also smart and funny and driven and so fucking kind it drives me bananas.”
I press my mouth into a line so he can’t see me smile.
“And when you try not to smile . . .” He sweeps his hand down my legs until his fingers find my folds. “It makes me want to do this.” He slips two fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit, while he watches my expression.
“Hunter,” I whisper.
“I want to watch you come,” he says, and his dick twitches. I move my hand to reach for him, but he shifts, shaking his head. “Let me do this. I want to learn all the ways I can touch you that make you feel good.”
I moan at his words and fingers and thumb.
“That feel good? I like exploring your body, your mind. Maybe even your soul from time to time.” His fingers start to thrust, and I fist the sheets. I don’t know whether it’s because he’s looking at my body laid out for him like he’s inspecting his latest purchase, or whether it’s just his fingers or his words, but I’m so turned on I can feel my climax already starting to build again.