Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I pulled my knees to my chest to help him move them down and off before I let my legs lower and butterfly open in shameless invitation.
It was one Wick was all too happy to accept.
His hand landed on my inner thigh, close, but frustratingly far away.
“Wick, please,” I begged.
“Please what?” he asked, turning his head in toward my neck, his lips soft on my skin. That mingled with the rough scrape of his beard had little shivers coursing through me.
“Please touch me,” I said, my voice a throaty sound.
That rumble moved through him again as his hand shifted, pressing against my cleft, just a pressure that didn’t give me what I was so desperate for.
It wasn’t until I was rocking myself against his palm that his fingers moved, two of them slipping inside of me.
“So wet,” he murmured against my neck.
Then he was fucking me with his fingers, fast and deep, driving me up.
My whimpers became moans as his fingers turned, as they started to stroke over my top wall.
But it wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t what I wanted.
I grabbed his hand, pulled it away, then reached for his hips and pulled him on top of me.
I moaned at the welcome weight of him, as my hands slid down his back to sink into his ass, pushing him more firmly against me.
“Violet…” he said. It wasn’t an objection, more of a question.
Could we do this?
Would there be consequences we might regret when things weren’t quite so life-or-death?
My lips teased his earlobe as I rocked my hips against him. “I have the implant,” I told him, never more thankful that I’d made that longer-term solution than I was right that moment. “And I’m always safe,” I added, hips rocking again.
“Thank fuck,” Wick groaned, sealing his lips to mine—hard and hungry.
“Had my check-up right before they hauled my ass to jail,” he told me, giving me the answer I needed.
My hands slid to the waistband of his underwear, pulling the material down.
We both shuddered as his cock slid against my cleft.
His lips were on mine again, our hips rocking until we couldn’t take the anticipation for another second.
My legs slid up to the sides of his hips as Wick looked down at me.
Then he was shifting up and the head of his cock was against me.
We stayed frozen like that for a long moment.
Then his hips were pressing in, his cock sliding inside me in one long, deep thrust.
We both sucked in a breath, mine ending on a long, low moan at the feel of him filling me.
“Fuck, baby,” Wick groaned, sucking in a deep breath that shook through his body.
“Wick, move,” I begged, hips rocking restlessly, too desperate for soft and sweet exploration.
Wick was happy to oblige, pulling back, then surging in, making the hammock sway in a way that had my belly swooping even as pleasure spread through me.
I was moving with him then, hips rising to meet his thrusts as they got harder and faster, both of us too needy to take our time.
My little whimpers became desperate moans that mingled with Wick’s labored breathing and low groans as we drifted closer to the edge together.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Wick groaned as he pushed me over the edge, sending me crashing down into the orgasm, my body tensing, my lips crying out his name as my walls pulsed around him over and over. “Fuck,” he cursed again, driving deep, his body jolting as he came.
His weight came fully down on me again, and I wrapped him up with arms and legs, holding on tight as we both came back down.
Slowly, Wick’s breathing evened out, and he shifted to my side, our bodies staying connected as he drew my leg over his hip, his head resting on top of mine.
We were in a treacherous jungle.
There were men actively hunting us.
And yet it was the safest I’d ever felt, falling asleep there in Wick’s arms.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Wick
It really shouldn’t have been possible to stay inside her all night. That said, the damn hammock made any sort of sleep moving impossible. That, mixed with the fact that our bodies were absolutely dead tired, and, yeah, that’s how it worked out.
I’d woken up at the crunch of something in the canopy above us, already finding myself half-hard from the pleasant dreams I’d been having.
And the second I felt her warm, tight walls around me, I went from semi to fully hard in a single breath.
As much as my balls ached with need for release, and my whole body was tense and aching with the need to thrust, I forced myself to stay still and let her sleep.
Even before Vi’s head lifted—eyes wide, lips parted—her pussy tightened around my cock.
“Found the one perk to this uncomfortable damn hammock,” I said, rocking my hips into her.
Her breath caught and a low whimper escaped her.