Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Every. Inch.”
He stumbles forward like a man in a dream.
He brings his helm up my thigh, leaving a trail of hot wet pre-come, getting closer and closer to entering me.
“Bryson…”
He’s now rubbing his helm against my folds, so close to my aching entrance. An instinct tells me to shut up, keep this to myself, and don’t think about sharing this revelation.
“Hmm,” he grunts.
My core shimmers. This is what I want. His seed. His children.
But not like this.
I shift forward slightly.
“I’m sorry. I’m a virgin.”
“You’re a…”
He trails off, the haze lifting from his eyes, as though he’s been in a dream, and he’s waking up.
“Oh, God,” he groans, grabbing my ass, slipping his shaft between the mounds, and squeezing, so my ass is pressing onto him from either side. “You can do this?”
It’s half a question. My instincts surge.
“Yes,” I moan.
I thought he’d be pissed, but he seems even more excited. He doesn’t seem angry that we can’t go all the way.
“Move that big sexy ass,” he growls. “Around my cock. Like this.”
He drives up and down, spreading pre-come as his hands make possessive imprints on my ass.
He groans and pushes me on to behave with a confidence I never dreamed I could possess, gripping my hips as he grinds his cock between my ass cheeks, squeezing them tighter as he gets closer.
He grabs my T-shirt and pushes it up like he wants to see more of my bare skin.
Obsessed, obsessed. The word sings through me.
“Argh,” he grunts as hot streams of come explode from his massive, swollen end, dappling my back. So much force is in his eruption that some of his seed lands between my shoulder blades.
He stumbles back once it’s done, staring wide-eyed down at me.
“Harper,” he whispers.
It’s all he has to say.
I hear the questions nestled within my name.
What have we done? What are we going to do next?
And lastly… he pulls up his jeans, quickly buckles his belt, and gives me one last glance before striding toward the door.
How are we going to fix this?
He closes the door behind him, leaving me on all fours, my pussy aching, my ass pulsing. I feel used, it’s true, and the guilt is already hammering through me now that Bryson is gone.
But there’s another feeling, too—one of warped victory.
He does want me… like I always wished he would.
CHAPTER TEN
Bryson
“Haven’t seen you here in a while,” the gym owner says as I stride through the door.
I nod a quick hello, change, then find a heavy bag to hammer my fists against. It’s the only way I can think to get some of this frantic tension out, the guilt plaguing me as I replay the events from earlier.
One hour and the fire’s still burning, trying to guide me back to my woman bent over in bed. The second I felt her cream all over my hand, the idea of maintaining control was a joke. That I could somehow resist her seemed beyond laughable.
It was like I slipped out of the seat of control, giving it to the beast inside of me, the hunger that dominated my entire being. All I could think was how tight, hot, and sweet her pussy would be, gushing with wetness for me.
I didn’t think about the podcast, her unrequited love, or what Adam would say if he found out. Just the moment, the urgency.
I smash my fists into the heavy bag, not bothering to warm up. As a doctor, I know better. I’ve seen enough sprains and muscle tears in my time.
Hell, once upon a time, I cast Harper’s hand.
It’s difficult to think of her like that. It’s like she’s a different person now, especially when she was bent over, showing me her big round ass, the light glimmering off of it. Her sex was pink, soaked, and winking in the light too.
I could see so easily how it would go, with my massive helm parting her lips, pushing deeper until I was buried all the way in, and then I’d slowly pull out, making her feel every aching inch.
After a minute of easing her innocent pussy, I’d start hammering her, pounding so her ass jiggled gorgeously for me.
Then she said it.
Virgin.
The word erupts in my mind like my seed erupted all over her back.
I couldn’t completely stop when she said that. It made it so much clearer to me she’ll never belong to anybody else. She’ll always be mine and just mine. Her body will never know another man. Only me.
I had to do something. The seed was writhing, and my thoughts were aimed entirely at her. I also knew my woman deserved better than what I did to her.
Harper deserved better than a quick carry upstairs and having her jeans pulled down, not even the entire way. She deserved better than me, not even tasting her creamy slit, getting her even wetter before I brought my dick to her pussy.