Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
He moaned, pushing my hand away. “I won’t last if you keep doing that.”
I ignored him, reaching down and pushing his boxers off him with my hands and feet until he was completely exposed. Under him, I parted my legs and aligned us so that he was poised at my entrance. “Then go. Now.”
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss me as he eased into me.
It had been a while, and even though I’d just come harder than I ever had, he was still better endowed than any of my other partners had been. I groaned at the fullness as he pushed, seeming to press so deep that I thought we might never separate.
When he was all the way inside me, I hooked one of my feet around him, opening myself even more to him and groaning as he thrust up at the invitation.
His cock seemed to hit that deep, essential part of me every time, and I moaned in response, curling my fingers so my nails pressed into his back. Too much. There was so much intense feeling here, with the taste of me on his tongue, the feel of him inside of me.
He grabbed one of my hands and laced our fingers together, bringing my hand up so that it was pressed into the mattress. With the other, he turned us so that we lay on our sides, getting a new angle so that he could press even deeper into me. I cried out a little bit at the feeling, and he kept going, setting a deep, intense rhythm that I did my best to match.
“Dill—Dillon,” I said, his name coming out strangled, “I’m—I’m gonna—”
“Yes, baby,” he groaned into my mouth, not stopping. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
“I—”
The words didn’t come. They were lost in the shattering light and color behind my eyes as I fell over the edge a second time, this one even more intense. In the fog, I felt him thrust a few more times, even deeper, before freezing inside of me. I reached up, holding him there as he came, spilling into me.
He rolled onto his side, pulling me with him so I was on top of him. I couldn’t help running my hands over him, meeting his stare with a goofy smile as he ran his hand over my back in return.
11
DILLON
I woke up the next morning with an unfamiliar smell on the pillow next to me and a taste on my tongue that was new, and yet it felt like it’d always been there. Turning a little, I flipped over so that I was lying on my side, and my hand fell across a woman’s back, covered in her thick, soft hair. I touched it softly for a second before snapping my eyes open.
Macy was lying in bed next to me, and every moment of the night before came flooding back, from the taste of her on my tongue to the feel of her around me when she’d come. Twice.
This definitely hadn’t been the plan, and I didn’t let myself think too hard about how she looked, naked in the bed next to me, before I threw the covers off and got out from under the sheets. I moved as quietly as possible as I pulled on my pants, hurriedly covering up so that I could get out of the room.
As I walked to the kitchen and started the coffeepot, I heard Macy give a little mewl in her sleep as she turned over in bed, burrowing down in the sheets. The sounds reminded me intensely of the noises that she’d made last night while I’d been moving inside her.
As I stood against the counter, drinking from the hot, strong mug of coffee that I’d just poured for myself, I thought of everything that had gone on between us since she’d stumbled upon my cabin—the way I hadn’t seemed to be able to help getting under her skin with my gruff, asshole tendencies, and the way I hadn’t been able to keep her from sneaking under my own.
I looked up at the sound of dog nails clacking on the floor and saw Bucky come toward me from down the hall. He looked up at me with concern, almost as if he was questioning my behavior the night before as much as I was.
“Yeah, I know, buddy,” I said, reaching down to scratch his ears when he came over and rubbed his head along my hand. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.”
At that magic word, his ears pricked up, and he bounded forward, heading for the door ahead of me. I was amazed at how quiet he was being, since the w-word was usually enough to get him barking at a decibel high enough to scare all the birds off the mountain.