Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74575 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“I... I’m... I’m... Oh, God! Don’t stop,” she cried out, her fingernails digging into my shoulders, desperate for something to hold on to. Twisting her fingers in my hair, she succumbed to her release. She continued to chant curses as she fell into the haze of her release.
Her body grew limp, but I wasn’t done with her yet—not even close.
CHAPTER 9
Elsie
Being with Wyatt was nothing like I’d ever experienced before.
Every fevered look, every touch, every kiss had me begging for more.
He’d just given me an earth-shattering orgasm when he stood and faced me. He slipped his arms around my waist, then pulled me close. There was a fierce look in his eyes, one that sent a chill down my spine, and I knew then he wasn’t done with me.
No. He was just getting started.
He brushed his lips against mine, but not gently like before. Instead, it was hot, passionate, and demanding, and I loved it. I moaned into his mouth, stealing the last of his restraint.
He leaned down and lifted me up, cradling me close to his chest as he carried me over to the bed. He held me tightly, making me feel safe and secure in his arms. Seconds later, I was on my back and his body covered mine. His weight pressed me into the bed as his hands, rough and impatient, roamed over my body. His touch felt so good, so right, and I only wanted more.
He kissed me, soft and tender, then looked down at me and waited until I gave him a nod, letting him know that I was okay to move forward. He waited a moment, giving me a chance to change my mind, then lifted off of me and started taking off his jeans. I watched in awe as he lowered them down his hips. He was beautiful. From his perfectly chiseled chest to his exquisitely pronounced V, he was a sight to behold.
The man was truly beautiful.
Before tossing his jeans to the floor, he took out his wallet and began searching for a condom. Once he found one, he slipped it on, then looked down at me sprawled out on the bed. “You’re amazing, Elsie. Absolutely amazing.”
I continued to watch with eagerness as he lowered himself back down on the bed. He hovered over me for a moment, looking into my eyes with one of his soul-searching stares, then he slowly positioned himself between my legs. I inhaled a quick breath when he raked his cock against me.
I knew what was coming. I knew there was a chance that it would be painful, but I didn’t care. I was so lost in the moment that all I could think about was the all-consuming need I felt for him. He reached between us, then centered himself as he said, “I’m going to go slow, but I can’t promise that it won’t hurt a little.”
“I’m good... Don’t stop.”
He nodded, then slowly inched forward. I felt a slight sting, but not enough to take away from the moment. I just needed a second to acclimate myself. After a couple of deep breaths, I placed my hands on his chest and slowly began to move, matching the rhythm as I rocked my hips against him.
Bliss. Pure bliss. I had no idea it could be so good, and I wanted to savor the moment. I wanted to let myself feel every erotic sensation. But Wyatt had other plans.
A deep growl vibrated through his chest as his pace quickened, becoming more demanding and intense with each shift of his hips. The muscles in my abdomen began to tighten and without thinking, my legs drew up beside him. My fingers grasped his biceps as I held on to him, bracing myself for the next wave of pleasure that crashed through my body.
With one deep thrust, my orgasm jolted through me, and I was left shocked and shuddering from the intense pleasure. I was completely spent, but he didn’t stop. Not even close. He drove into me again and again until he found his own release, growling out like a satisfied bear as he lowered his body onto mine. I lay there limp beneath him, listening silently to the rapid beating of his heart. Just as it began to slow, Wyatt eased off of me and rolled over on his side.
After a couple of deep breaths, he disposed of the condom, then slipped his arm under me and pulled me close. I laid my head on his chest and sighed. He immediately turned to me with concern in his eyes. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, I’m good.”
“You’re sure?” he asked with concern. “You don’t need anything?”
“I’m fine, Wyatt.” I gave him a warm smile. “In fact, I’m more than fine. I had no idea it would be like that.”