Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” I say as I kiss my way up her sweet body. My hands are shaking as I drag my mouth up her stomach, over the soft curve of her hip, then up to her ribs. I want to memorize every inch of her with my tongue, my hands, every cell in my body.
She’s writhing on the bed, blue eyes huge, hair wild everywhere. I nearly lose my mind every time she gasps my name.
God, she’s perfect. And all fucking mine.
I lean over her, so close I can taste her sweet, ragged breath against my lips. Her tits look fucking perfect in my hands, soft and flushed, nipples stiff and begging for my mouth. I drag my thumb over one, and she gasps, arching off the bed, needy and wild for me.
Goddamn. I want to eat her alive.
I squeeze her breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers, and she shudders, and the sound she makes is pure fucking heaven. My cock is throbbing, so hard I see stars, but I want to see her lose her mind for me first. I want her wrecked. Ruined. Mine.
I duck my head and suck her nipple into my mouth. Hard. She practically screams, her hips bucking up like she’s going to launch us both into space. I groan against her skin, sucking harder, rolling my tongue over the tip until she’s clawing at my shoulders, my name tumbling from her lips.
She reaches between us and wraps her soft hand around my cock. I have to close my eyes and count backward from one hundred to keep from coming. I’m about to lose it.
Her hand softly strokes up and down with just enough pressure to make my brain short-circuit. My hips rock into her fist, desperate for more friction, but I want to make her fall apart first. I want her completely fucking wrung out before I even think about taking my own pleasure.
When my control starts to slip, I press between her legs, rubbing against her wet opening.
“Please,” she whispers, and it’s the last straw.
I push inside her, slow, careful, fighting every instinct to slam all the way home. She’s tight, so fucking tight, and I groan as she stretches around me.
She claws my back, digs in, hips rocking up to meet me. I bottom out and hold there, just breathing, trying not to lose it.
“Move,” she says, voice ragged and desperate. “Please. I need—” Her words break off in a moan as I pull back and thrust inside again, slow and punishing, every inch deliberate. The bed thuds beneath us, a steady, merciless beat.
I cradle the back of her head, fingers tangled in her hair, and kiss her hard enough to steal her voice completely. I want her to feel this everywhere, tomorrow, next week, forever. No escaping it.
We find the perfect rhythm, her hips matching mine, sharp and fast, bed frame protesting under our weight. Every noise she makes sends lightning through me. Her gasps, her tiny choked-off cries, each one stokes the fire burning inside until I'm consumed by it.
I try to hold back, to fight the pull, but she’s so tight around me, hot, gripping me like she never wants to let go. Needy. Hungry. She wants me so much I can feel it down to my bones. And fuck, resisting her is impossible. I lose myself in her, swept away on the current.
She breaks first, shuddering beneath me, nails digging into my back, leaving stinging tracks. Her pussy contracts, squeezing me, and that’s all it takes. I come hard, hips jerking, spilling inside her while she rides out her own release, clinging to me like I’m the only thing keeping her tethered.
When it’s over, I collapse on top of her, careful not to crush her, just breathing her in, my face buried in her neck. We’re both panting, slick with sweat, every muscle spent.
There’s nothing but the thud of our hearts, the sharp edge of our breathing, and the city’s distant hum drifting in through the window. For a long time, that’s all there is. Just us, tangled and stunned, trying to remember how to breathe.
She traces lazy circles on my back, voice soft and slurred. “You alive?”
I laugh, rolling to the side and dragging her with me. “I’m not sure.”
She snuggles into my chest, leg thrown over my waist, and sighs. “Me neither.”
“We’ll figure it out together,” I say, meaning we’ll figure everything out together.
She kisses my collarbone, eyelids fluttering. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
We collapse together, tangled and silent, nothing left to say. The world could be burning outside, and I wouldn’t care. I have everything I want, right here with her.
Then Buster starts scratching at the door, insistent and impossible to ignore. I slip out from under the covers, open the door, and scoop him into my arms. He’s all sleepy weight and soft fur, and as soon as I set him down, he snuggles right up on Iris’s pillow like he’s always belonged there. He sighs, curls in closer, and within seconds, he’s asleep again, tucked in with us, the three of us breathing slow and even in the hush of the bedroom.