Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127991 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
“Lube,” he muttered, reaching across the bed to find the bottle. While he was distracted, I took the opportunity to run my hands up and down his broad back to his narrow waist and rounded ass. His body was perfection despite the hours I knew he spent in the office, and I wanted to trace the lines of that fucking tattoo until I knew them by heart.
His hands shook as he knelt over me and flipped the cap open. When his fingers reached down to find my hole, his eyes finally met mine again. “You sure this is okay?”
I smiled at him, which made his entire face light up. “Very okay.”
As soon as Reagan’s slick fingers began pressing against my sensitive rim, I shivered. If I hadn’t been so obsessed with watching his facial expressions, I would have thrown my head back and squeezed my eyes closed in overwhelming pleasure. Instead, I took in every detail. How his exploring fingers felt stretching me open, how his inky eyelashes brushed together when I reached down to tweak his nipple, how his breathing hitched as I let out a deep groan of satisfaction, and how his eyes—those gorgeous sea-glass eyes—watched me carefully for any sign that I wasn’t on board.
“Have you… do you…” He sucked in a breath before meeting my eyes. “Do this with… other men? Bottoming, I mean.”
“Never.” The word came out like a bite, fangs bared and snapping, but he needed to know the truth. “Just you.”
Something about those words flipped a switch in Reagan. Gone was the uncertainty and worry, the young man who couldn’t seem to believe he was in a position of power with me.
His eyes darkened. “Good. Fucking keep it that way.”
The tone of his voice, deep and commanding—almost angry—made me finally throw my head back and close my eyes in surrender. His questing fingers stretched me more aggressively, and his knee shoved one of my legs wider. “Fuck. More,” I moaned.
After working me over for what seemed like forever, he withdrew his fingers and slicked himself up before shoving me over onto my stomach. “Ass up. Like that. Knees apart. Good.”
Reagan manhandled me into position while I tried not to feel the vulnerability that came with the removal of his thick fingers. I felt strangely empty and unsatisfied while I waited to feel his cock inside me.
Instead of his cock, I felt the hard press of his hand between my shoulder blades. As soon as my forehead hit the soft sheet, I shuddered again. With anyone else, I would have told him to back off, but for some reason, with Reagan… it only made me hotter.
When his hands spread my ass apart and the blunt head of his cock slid against my hole, I reached back and grabbed his knee.
“Shh,” Reagan said. “Easy. Easy.” There was humor in his murmur. The repetition of my earlier words to him didn’t go unnoticed. I grinned stupidly against the sheet as I gripped his knee more tightly.
“Fucker,” I gritted out as my ass began to stretch impossibly wide around him.
The rumble of his laughter made my stomach flip over. “Mm-hm. I feel the anger coming off you in waves.”
Now it was my turn to laugh, only… the feel of him invading my body was too overwhelming, and my laughter ended in a groan. “Fuck,” I breathed.
He leaned over me, letting me feel the heat of him along my back. “You’re killing me.” Reagan’s voice carried the slightest hint of a tremble, enough to let me know I wasn’t the only one thrown incredibly off-kilter by this encounter.
As he grabbed my hand, tangled our fingers together, and pressed our entwined hands to the mattress above my head, his lips brushed my ear. “Breathe out. That’s it. You feel so fucking good, Thatcher. So fucking good.”
It felt like Reagan’s thick cock was deep enough inside of me to be up in my throat. I felt him everywhere until my skin prickled with it. How he was able to move this slowly was beyond me, but I was grateful for it. My body adjusted, but it was still a lot to take.
He continued checking in with me through murmured encouragement and gentle touches until I finally felt ready for him to speed up. Feeling Reagan on top of me, pressing me face-first into the bed while he shoved his fat cock into me, was not an experience I’d ever thought I’d want… and not one I could ever imagine sharing with another person. He held me down and fucked me with a unique combination of commanding determination and exquisite care, his words of praise washing over me while I struggled to take it all in. It was both too much and not enough.
Reagan’s thrusts sped up until he was pegging just the right spot to make me beg. I managed to free one hand from his hold and get it under me so I could jerk myself in desperation. His muttered curses joined the steamy heat in the space between us just as my orgasm reached the tipping point.