Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
I moan in affirmation, nerves twisting and pulling in my stomach. I'm terrified it will hurt. Seeing him up close, his cock thick and hard as steel, makes me doubt how it could ever fit and if it will feel good at all.
I grip the fallen tree tightly as pleasure shivers through me when he slowly nudges the head of his cock against my tight muscle, swirling arousal around the tip and taking his time before pushing against it. I groan in discomfort as painful sensations shoot through my body and try to push him back out. “It hurts . . .” I whimper.
“Do you want me to stop?” He stops moving and runs his hands up my back, caressing my skin and sending shivers racing through me.
“I . . . I like it . . .” I murmur as his hands tighten around my waist.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs to me as he caresses my backside lovingly. I concentrate on relaxing my muscles, inhaling and exhaling through the uncomfortable stretching sensation.
He kneads my ass with his fingers before my body relaxes and adjusts to his girth. I feel pleasure seeping out of me as I give into him, his cock filling my forbidden entrance.
“Fuck babe. So fucking tight. Need to go slow, but don’t know if I can,” he grits through his teeth as his hands slide around my skin, slowly pushing in farther. He stops and takes deep breaths as he kneads my ass cheeks before rocking in and out of me gently. A low moan escapes my throat as I throw my head back. The sensation is new and overwhelming—twinges of pain mixed with the headiest sense of pleasure and the most delicious feeling of fullness.
“Fuck, you make me crazy, you know that, right?” he murmurs and fists one hand in my hair, giving it a soft yank.
“Yes,” I moan. “Please. Harder, faster, anything.”
My insides quiver with want. The need for him to take me is overwhelming. My body has adjusted to his rock hard intrusion and now craves the release he can give.
“Jesus.” He pushes in a little deeper. “Fucking warm and hot and tight. You feel like fucking Heaven.”
He holds onto my hip as he works up a slow and steady rhythm, owning me completely, so much more than anyone else ever has. And somehow, it doesn’t scare me. Instead, I love it. With him is the only place I’m meant to be.
“Harder, please.” I reach between my legs and feel for his balls, wet from my juices and hanging against the entrance of my pussy. I roll them around softly and a long groan escapes his throat as he pumps in and out of me a little quicker.
“Fucking can’t get enough of you. Feels so fucking good, so right, damn perfect.” He thrusts steadily as one arm wraps around my body and tugs and massages my clit. Waves of pleasure unfurl from deep inside and roll out slowly, causing my body to go limp and my eyelids to flutter closed on a soft moan. My legs turn to jelly and he supports me with one hand at my hip. I whimper and moan as the pleasure rushes through my system, swirls around my head, gasps wracking my body.
His thrusting speeds up before his fingers tighten on the flesh of my ass as his whole body shudders and quakes. I groan, feeling him twitch and empty inside me, his balls tightening up with release as his chest heaves. His pumping slows before finally coming to a stop and he leans over my body. I feel his hand tickling at my back as his palms smooth up my torso, tracing across my skin, causing goosebumps to form and feel-good pheromones to erupt and release. I sigh and smile into my arm.
“Want to hold you for the next week and make love to you over and over again,” he whispers in my ear before slowly pulling out of me. I relish the slow drag of his softening cock against my back entrance as he pulls out, and wince as the tip of him breaches the overworked muscle at my entrance.
He cuddles me into him and I snuggle under his arm and feel his fingers trace patterns on my shoulder. His warm breath tickles my neck, filling me with a sense of comfort and contentment. I've never felt so loved and fulfilled in my life.
As I run my hand over his sculpted abs, the fading sunlight casts rays over our heated skin. The light catches our hands clasped together, and I wonder if it’s true–if I really agreed to marry this man. "Sometimes I think you're crazy, Barron Steele.”
"I've always known that when it's right, it's right, baby." He takes hold of my hand and places a tender kiss on it. "We'll have to move your things into my place in the morning and get you a ring. I can't spend another night without you, call me spoiled."