Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
His erection is between us, and I move against it, savoring his helpless grunts. He grabs my thigh and lifts it, opening me up so he can drag his head through my wetness. I move with him, teasing him even while I’m teasing myself. Dragging it out, heightening the tension, knowing it will be so much better when we finally let go.
He groans into my mouth, fingers digging into my ass cheeks, his body trembling the way mine is as he turns me in place and bends me over the back of the sofa. “Lucky me,” he grunts, scraping his short nails down my sides while I squirm and moan. “I get to look at this every time I take you this way. I get to watch it move when you do.”
Before I can say anything, he drags himself through my slit again, and this time when he reaches my entrance, he plunges inside, driving deep, pushing me forward. “Oh fuck!” I shout, and he responds with a low chuckle before taking me by the hips and rutting me, forgetting everything about pace and rhythm in favor of taking. Fucking.
And I love it. This is what I crave. Letting go of everything, forgetting everything around us, and going wild with abandon. Pushing back against him, I claim him as he claims me. It doesn’t matter what’s going on anywhere else in this massive structure. Right now, it’s just this. Our bodies connect, and the insane friction from his thick cock as it moves in and out of me until the air is full of the wet, sloppy sound of our bodies crashing together. Both of us breathe harder and faster, his fingers so tight against my flesh I know he’ll bruise me.
“Who do you belong to?” he demands, moving fast enough that my boobs bounce hard enough to hurt. He takes them in his hands, gripping tight while he pumps into me like a jackhammer.
“You!” I howl, so close again. “Only you! Oh my god!”
“That’s right. That’s who I am. Your god.” Yes, and I’m his to use the way he’s using me now, the way he’s asserting control after hours spent feeling like he had to give some of it away. Reminding himself who I really belong to, heart and soul.
I welcome it, all of it, because it’s right. That’s how it’s always been for us.
The feel of his hands on me, his cock inside me, all builds up until an explosion in my core sends shock waves of pure bliss radiating through me. “Quinton! Yes!” I sob, wracked with tremors, tears filling my eyes. “I’m coming!” Though I’m sure he feels it now that my muscles have tightened around him, increasing the pressure.
“Mine.” I hear him over my ecstatic cries, his voice getting louder with every breath he takes. “Mine, mine.”
He crashes against me one last time before I’m filled with the heat of his cum. He holds me in place, his thighs against my ass while he empties himself deep, his hot breath fanning across my shoulder. He’s careful not to touch my tattoo, I notice, and even in the wild, shaking haze, my heart swells with love. Even now, he’s so careful with me. It’s one thing to fuck like animals, but at the core of it, there’s nothing but love and tenderness in him.
At least when it comes to me.
This time, when he growls, I hear the difference. He’s satisfied. He’s calmed the beast in him, at least for now. “I will never get tired of you,” he murmurs with love in his voice as he pulls away from me, and I feel an inexplicable sense of loss. I want him back even though I know it’s impossible. He can’t be inside me all the time, but that’s when I feel whole.
“I hope not,” I whisper, giggling. “Because we’re kind of married. So you’re stuck with me.”
“I wouldn’t call it stuck.” When I turn around, he pulls me into his arms, careful not to hurt me. “Stuck isn’t the word for it.”
With my ear against his chest, the drumbeat of his heart fills my awareness. The scent of his skin, his cologne now mixing with perspiration. His gentle, tender touch. I’m in heaven. That’s the only word I can think of to describe it.
“What word would you use?” I ask, running my fingers up and down his back while his heartbeat begins to slow as he relaxes.
“Lucky. I’m the luckiest man alive.” His breath stirs my hair before he kisses the top of my head. “Only this is the kind of luck I have to keep earning day by day. Because you are not a woman to take for granted, Aspen Rossi. Every day, I plan on earning you. And if that’s all I ever do with my life, from now until the day I die, I’ll consider myself successful. Just to know I earned your presence and your love.”