Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
CHAPTER
SEVEN
KATE
He's kissing me. I'm almost scared to kiss him back. If I do, it could jolt us back to reality. What if this is all a dream? Wynn is too tempting to resist, and my whole body is tingling with a need unlike any I’ve ever felt before.
Wynn's silent question lingers in the air. Why am I hesitating? I want this badly, more so than anything in the world right now, which is saying a hell of a lot.
"Kiss me back."
He whispers the order against my lips, and it's the key that unlocks what I was struggling with. I’m all too eager to follow his command and press my mouth to his. His was soft and inviting, a tease for more. When I kiss him back, it’s with need and anticipation.
"There you go," he says, urging me to keep going.
My lips part, and that's all Wynn needs to take what he wants. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, and I swipe mine against his as we quickly grow hungrier. I have no clue what I'm doing, but it feels right. Everything about him does.
"Wynn," I moan, then gasp for air as he keeps kissing me up my jaw to the shell of my ear.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Love how you moan my name. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to resist you.” He nips my neck, and it sends a hot shiver down my spine. “Now be a good girl for me and rock those hips.”
I do as he tells me, and he yanks my panties fully to the side. I'm thankful for the darkness because it helps me to be bold, but I hate that I can't see him right now.
When I shift my hips, he maneuvers us so his cock slides through the folds of my sex. Another moan leaves me when it makes contact with my clit. His cock is thick and hard but feels like silk against me.
Slowly I rock my hips more, loving the sensation. I know it's going to make me climax, but my mind keeps focusing on if I'm doing it right. Does it feel as good to him as it does to me?
"You want me to take it, baby girl?"
Another thrill floods my body, and I’m shocked his words can be so erotic. Every time he speaks, it only heightens the throbbing between my thighs.
"Yes, I want you to take me," I answer, sounding out of breath.
Wynn pins me to a wall, his voice low and seductive. “Be still for me. Let me have it, and then I'll give you a reward."
"Holy shit," I whisper mostly to myself as I grip his shoulder tighter. I need this; hell, I need him.
He mutters a curse under his breath as he starts to move. His cock slides over my sex, and I have no doubt that if someone walked in and the lights were on, we’d look like we were having sex. All they’d see would be my legs wrapped around him as he thrusts his hips. He’s so big he easily covers every inch of me. That thought has my sex clenching, wanting him inside of me to fill me up.
“Wynn,” I moan as his thrusts grow more aggressive. I'm so wet now that it makes him slick against me, and my orgasm begins to bear down. My stomach tightens as I moan his name over and over.
"Baby girl," he grits out, but it sounds like a warning.
I can't stop myself. I move my hips, climbing higher up his cock until the orgasm hits. The pleasure explodes from the inside out, and I scream Wynn’s name. I’ve never known a feeling like this before, and I never want it to end.
"Kate," he growls, and that’s when I realize what I've done.
In the throes of my climax, I positioned myself at the head of his cock. There’s a slight burn as he slips inside me a few inches, and then his body tenses.
"Fuck. Can't stop."
Warmth blooms inside of me as his cock pulses with his release. I whimper, loving the sensation of his cum filling my body. It's playing with fire, but I don't care. The head of his dick swells, and I can feel every throb.
Wynn’s hold tightens almost painfully, and I love that it’s unbreakable. He’s holding me like he never wants to let me go. Like he wants to keep and protect me for the rest of his life.
When his release runs out of me, Wynn relaxes minutely. He lifts me a fraction so I’m off his cock, but it’s still hard and jutting up between us. It would be so easy to get back on it and take him deeper this time.
“Too fucking good,” he whispers before he buries his face in my neck. It’s like he regrets pulling out almost as much as I do.