Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Alana bites her lip, making me want to eat her alive. “I think I’ll like it all.”
I smile but say nothing. I smooth my thumb over her lower lip, seeing how she instinctively opens her mouth for me even though I don’t tell her to.
“I’d like to see how much better it gets,” Alana says in a coy sassy tone, and I meet her eyes, realizing she’s trying to ask, in her own way.
“Now?”
“If, you know…,” she trails off.
“I hope you aren’t about to say something along the lines of if an old man like me has the stamina,” I tease, pouncing on her again immediately.
Whatever response she might have is swallowed up by our kiss, and this time she gains enough confidence to be the one to press her body against mine and then roll, putting me onto my back while she lay on top of me.
I raise an eyebrow as she sits up, then utter a curse under my breath and my eyes roll to the back of my head as she grinds her hips against my cock with the movement.
“Does this work?” she asks, somewhat breathlessly, poised above me, resting on her knees and positioned almost perfectly.
Almost.
“It works,” I grunt, lifting my hips from the bed in order to move her up. I use the adjustment of her height to align myself with her properly, nudging against her pussy and finding her already slick enough.
I let go then, relaxing, and she simply falls slowly with gravity, impaling herself on my cock.
We both moan in unison as she sinks lower until finally, she’s sitting on me fully. The sensation of being buried inside her is utterly maddening.
I find myself growling as I grab her hips to keep her steady and then thrust up and down, starting a slow but steady pace to enjoy her at a leisurely pace.
We could make it last this time.
We have all the time in the world.
Except there is a voice in the back of my head reminding me we don’t. Not really. We only have a few more days. But that doesn’t matter.
I’m used to getting my way.
I always got my way, whether I have to throw money at the problem, work hard to overcome it, or charm someone into doing what I want.
I have no reason to believe this will be any different.
In fact, given it’s the most important thing I’ll ever do in my life, I’m reasonably confident I will pull it off.
I will make her stay.
She is mine.
After all – I’ve claimed her. The blood she shed on my cock binds us and the seed I spilled inside her. Marking her as mine.
“Finlay,” she gasps above me, crashing landing me back in the present in a real way.
“Don’t,” I grunt, increasing my pace. “You’ll make this too quick if you say my name like that.”
God, I feel like a green young lad.
“Then slow down,” Alana says, panting for breath already, and when I stop my motions, she takes over, lifting her hips and then lowering herself onto me.
Just like I said, she is figuring it out, seeing what she likes and doesn’t like.
She is beautiful, the way she straddles me like that, her breasts bouncing with each movement, taking me all the way inside….
Beyond beautiful, there are no words to encapsulate what she is.
I throw my head back against the pillows and groan as she rides me slow and steady, figuring out her rhythm and drawing out the pleasure to agonizing proportions.
I can see how much she is enjoying it too, but she’s quiet, her face outlined in a frown as she concentrates on lifting herself and lowering herself in the same rhythm.
“Hey,” I rasp, my hands going up to her sides, stroking over her soft skin. When she looks down at me, I continue. “Don’t focus so much. Let your body guide you. When you’re tired, I’ll take over.”
She nods, and when our eyes meet, it seems like any reason she had to frown simply melts away. She takes a long breath and then begins to move again – a relief, given that my body is straining for her to do the same – and this time, it’s different.
The connection in our eyes doesn’t waver. She doesn’t bend to kiss me. She doesn’t look away to admire my body or where we join. She simply stares into my eyes, and I stare back.
I caress her nipples and then tweak them, watching how the small dose of pain sends heightened responses through the rest of her body, how her eyes widen as she arches her back, and store that information away for further use.
She bucks on top of me, going faster and faster, discovering that she doesn’t need to raise herself all the way up before gliding back down on my dick to be effective.