Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Using the strength of my arms only, I lifted her up enough that she could notch me at her entrance, and then slowly lowered her down onto my cock.
She groaned, throwing her head back, exposing her throat that I wanted to wrap my hand around.
I’d always had darker thoughts when it came to the bedroom life.
I wanted to be in control.
I wanted to dominate everything, including my willing ladies.
I wanted to ride them hard.
I wanted to force them to go past their limits.
I wanted to make them come, even when they didn’t think they could anymore.
I’d never allowed my dark desires to stray past a point when it came to my bed partners.
But I had a feeling Ellodie could handle just about anything I threw her way, even the worst of my desires.
“Quaid,” she keened when I forced her past her limits. “Oh, baby. You’re so big. I feel like I’m about to burst.”
When she finally had all of me, her ass to my groin, my cock so deep inside of her that I was panting with the need to move, I stilled.
“I think I need to move,” she breathed.
I wasn’t a small guy. I was two hundred and forty-four pounds of lean muscle, six-foot-two inches tall. She was all of five-foot-five and had trouble using her knees to ride me because my midsection was thick, and she had to spread her legs to accommodate my torso.
So even though she couldn’t rise up and fall down on me far, she did know how to undulate her hips in a rhythm that had me seeing stars.
My hands went to her hips, and I held on for dear life while I tried, and failed, to hold myself back.
“Can I help?” I rasped, my heart pounding inside my chest.
“Please,” she breathed. “But I don’t need much more…”
I lifted her up, and slammed her back down on me, causing her to cry out and her fingers to dig into my chest.
There was no doubt in my mind that she was breaking the skin, but neither one of us seemed to care as I continued lifting and shoving.
Soon, we’d set a rhythm, and I was so close to the edge this was going to be embarrassing if she didn’t come soon.
Luckily, fate took pity on me, and she started to tighten up.
Her body collapsed onto my chest, and I held her to me tightly as I continued the punishing rhythm.
She twisted her head so that her face was buried in my neck, and then she was crying out, right into my ear.
I absorbed the pain of my ear drum bursting, but ultimately had no other choice but to ignore it because I was following right behind her.
I came so hard there were no hurts that could affect me.
I was flying.
So fucking high.
Never.
Never had sex been like this before.
The passion and the need, paired with the absolute certainty that it would never, ever be like this with anyone else, was fucking scary.
Did she have any fucking idea how much of my life she now held in her ‘long-fingered’ but tiny hand?
Jesus Christ.
“I think,” I said after a long second, ringing now becoming more and more obvious in my ear, “that you broke my ear drum. But I also think that I don’t really care.”
Her body started to buck as she giggled against my ear, much more softly this time than she had earlier.
“I’m sorry.” She breathed. “I…I might’ve lost control. I wasn’t thinking about anything but you.”
That made me feel like I was ten feet tall.
I twisted us, my cock falling free of her very juicy pussy, and put her on the bed beside me.
“Gotta go take care of this…” I trailed off when I heard movement outside.
Seconds later, a pounding at the door had us both turning toward her closed bedroom door.
I got up, my cock still heavy, and slipped the condom off.
She scrambled up behind me and started to yank clothes on haphazardly.
“Who is that?” she asked as she ran for the door.
Since I knew who it was, I didn’t tell her to stop. I did, however, make a mental note to let her know that she wouldn’t be answering anymore doors.
Once the condom was discarded, I stretched, lifting my arms up high over my head.
When I was done, I bent down to grab my white undershirt that had somehow made it in the bathroom doorway and turned.
As I did, I caught the look of desire on Ellodie’s face all the way across the apartment, where she’d hesitated opening the door to get her look of me.
Her gaze trailed down the length of me before it came to a stop at my cock, which was still semi-engorged.
When I gave her my full attention, she didn’t blush.
She just shrugged and said, “You can’t blame a woman for looking.”