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)
My fingers dig into her thighs to hold her open while I eat her. She’s dripping, absolutely soaked for me, and the taste of her goes straight to my fucking head. I give her another slow lick, teasing the edge, then slide two fingers inside her at once, deep enough to make her gasp and arch off the mattress.
Holy shit, she’s tight. Hot. And all fucking mine.
She fists my hair and hauls my head back, her pupils blown wide, breathless and desperate. “Please, fuck me. I need you now.”
God. Pregnancy hormones are the best thing ever. My tongue flicks her clit for one last, shattering jolt, and she shudders under me, thighs trembling. That’s my cue. I tear off my clothes like they’re barely a suggestion and toss them aside, zero patience.
Crawling over her, I reach for her shirt. She growls, wild and urgent: “Don’t bother with it. Just fuck me.” Her voice is all rough edges and need, the command ripping through me.
Yeah. No more waiting. I line my cock up and push into her in one hard, slow stroke. Jesus Christ. She’s so fucking tight I almost see stars. Her soft heat clamps around me, and I have to grit my teeth, fingers digging into her hips to keep from losing it on the first thrust.
“Fuck, Iris,” I groan, barely human. “You feel so good.”
She’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, sprawled out on the bed, shirt hitched up under her tits, hair wild all over my pillow. Her eyes are glazed, lips parted, cheeks flushed and pink. She looks at me like I’m her whole world.
I can’t breathe. I slam in again, harder this time. Her thighs clamp around my hips, heels digging in to yank me closer. My cock is buried to the hilt, and it still doesn’t feel close enough.
She moans, high and desperate, and it shoots straight through my bloodstream. I want to keep her like this forever. I grind in deep, and she arches, body bowing off the mattress, a sweet little whimper punching out of her throat. I fucking love it.
I lock my elbows and fuck her deep, slow at first, then rougher, letting her feel every inch. Her pussy is so goddamn tight and wet, gripping me with every thrust, like her body is greedy for me, desperate to keep every inch I give her. Fuck, I love it. I love the way she clings, the way she moans, the way her legs wrap around my hips and pull me deeper, tighter, closer.
My brain shuts down as my body runs on pure animal instinct and need. Her scent is everywhere, sweet and thick, driving me out of my mind. She’s gasping my name, nails scraping down my back, blue eyes wild and unfocused. I swear, every time I move, every time I grind deeper, her pussy gets even tighter, like she’s trying to milk me dry.
Her hands clutch at my ass, yanking me in, hips locking with mine. She’s wild and perfect, and I want to keep her like this forever. I can’t get enough. I want her loud, messy, and so wrecked she can’t even remember her own name.
“Hunter! Oh, God, Hunter, don’t stop, don’t stop, please, please...”
Her whole body goes tight, legs locked around me, heels digging in as she comes apart. She starts shaking, pussy squeezing me so goddamn tight I see stars. I lose it, roaring her name as I spill inside her, hips jerking, the edges of my vision going white-hot. I fuck her through it, every thrust raw and desperate, trying to fuse us together for good because nothing in my life has ever felt this fucking right. Her pussy clamps down, milking every drop. I swear I could die right here and not regret a damn thing.
I collapse over her, elbows locked so I don’t crush her.
I ease back just enough to see her face. Her hair’s a mess, cheeks pink, lips red from my kisses. “Wow,” she breathes as I drop to the bed and pull her into my arms.
“You can say that again.” I smirk against her forehead as I pull the comforter up over us.
“You do realize it’s going to take us months to unpack at this rate.” She snuggles against my side.
“I can live with that.” I smile and cover her soft lips with mine. A little while later, Buster hops up on the bed and finds his perfect spot at our feet.
My eyes grow heavy as Iris’s breathing evens out and Buster snores away. Perfect. Life just doesn’t get any better than this.