Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Jo whimpered. She had to lock her knees to keep upright. This man didn’t play fair. Not even remotely.
“I’m not giving up on us, Jo. Give me a chance.”
* * *
Kenan almost held his breath while he waited for her answer to his statement. Nervous? Fuck yes. But he took another lung filling breath of her scent. His animal knew it was his mate, his cock couldn’t get much harder.
He’d moved her back so they were in her room, the door closed on any prying eyes from the hallway. One hand on either side of her head, he kept her boxed in, knowing she wanted him. He would use any means necessary to get her beyond this age thing that had hung her up on giving him a chance to prove they were fated.
Was he a flirt? Definitely. A playboy? Again, yes, but all that stopped the day he’d met Jo. From the first moment he’d laid eyes on her and pulled in her incredible scent to him, he’d known.
“It wouldn’t work. You’d eventually get tired of me and want someone younger. Plus you flirt with anything that moves, Kenan. And I know it’s an act, but you have forever written all over you. You’re like the quintessential white picket fence, two point five children kind of guy.”
Her words froze him for a moment. Her issue went beyond the age factor. It was like she didn’t believe in forever.
“I’m whatever guy you need me to be. White picket fence. Done. Home deep in the Brazilian or Belizean jungle? Done.”
She huffed in frustration and perhaps he detected a tiny pinch of hope.
“Find a young thing and fuck her until neither of you can see straight. Marry her and give her babies. That’s what you need.”
Fuck this.
He kissed her.
Her taste spilled onto his tongue and he groaned in raw pleasure. Jo didn’t react for the barest of seconds. But when she did, holy fucking hell.
It was volcano going off.
He thought he’d been ready for her. Thought he was prepared for her responding to him in a sexual way and not the way she always had. Polite flirting with a younger man. One who worked with her best friends’ husbands.
He’d been cocky. Confident. And sure of himself. Oh yeah, he’d also been one more thing.
Wrong.
So fucking wrong.
And all it took for him to suddenly get schooled in this was one, single, low, mind shattering, cock hardening, sac lifting, moan.
It vibrated from her throat and pushed up through him like a tidal wave slamming the shoreline. One single moan, pulled everything from him then smashed it back into his chest without thought or care to any and all damage it was doing in its wake.
His animal screeched with pain and pleasure as the mating bond flared to life and sought its other half. He surged forward, unwilling to let her retreat now that she’d opened and let him in.
Kenan shoved back into her room, their mouths a heated tangle, tongues twining, teeth gnashing. He had already kicked the door shut behind him and now lifted her against the wall, settling close, wedging his hard cock between her legs as she latched them around his waist.
He followed animal instinct now and everything about it told him to claim her. Not to give her another chance to push him away.
Kenan listened.
Kissing his way down her throat, he nipped her there, needing to leave his mark so others saw it. He sucked, hard. Pulling that blood up to make sure it happened. At the same time, he cupped her and swore as her heat singed him.
She undulated against his palm, fingers digging into his scalp. Asking for more without words.
He wasn’t going to make her ask more than once. Careful not to allow any injury to come to Jo, he used a razor sharp talon to remove her panty material that blocked his way. Seconds later, he pushed two thick fingers deep inside the hottest, tightest pussy he’d ever had.
“Shit,” he muttered, legs wobbling for a second as her sheath flexed around his fingers. “You’re about to make me cum and I’m not even inside you yet, Jo.”
Pumping his wrist, he fucked her with his hand, driving in as deep as he could, curving his fingers to hit that one spot. Her cries grew in volume as she continued to buck against him, drawing him in deeper and begging for more.
Jo splinted around him, her sharp gasp held far more than a tiny bit of need in it. He made out his name as if fell from her lips.
There was no more thinking. No more anything but pushing inside her, replacing fingers with hard cock as her contracting muscles tried to keep his hand there. Her tight core dragged along the shaft as he thrust inside her.
Kenan stared at the woman he was fucking against the wall. Head back, lips swollen and parted as she panted his name like a goddamn religious prayer. Her smooth skin had lingering red marks from his attentions and he wanted more of them on her.