Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 92422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Love how much he wants me.
Wants this.
His hold tightens as his hungry mouth roves over mine. Everything inside me melts as his other hand drops to his boxers and he shoves the cottony material down until his thick erection can spring free. He hooks the fabric of my panties with one finger before yanking it to the side.
He breaks free long enough to growl, “I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my dick, choking the life out of it.”
Those words have my inner muscles contracting around nothingness. Like him, I need him inside my body, filling me to the brim. I shift, squirming as hot licks of need rush through me.
In this moment, everything around us falls away.
There’s only him.
And me.
It wasn’t so long ago when I felt that nothing was better than lyrics melding together perfectly with the notes of my guitar to create a song.
I was wrong.
This is a thousand times better.
His hands wrap around my hips, lifting and shifting until he’s able to slide deep inside my pussy. Until he’s buried to the hilt and soft sighs of contentment escape from both of us.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so damn amazing.”
He keeps me locked in place as if he doesn’t want me to move a single muscle.
Not even a twitch.
Our eyes stay fastened.
There’s nothing more intimate than holding someone’s gaze while they’re buried deep inside the heat of your body.
It goes without saying that Colby McNichols is gorgeous.
But the expression on his face?
The unspoken emotion that fills it during such intimacy?
Even more so.
“There’s no way I could ever grow tired of this,” he says with a groan.
I can’t imagine that happening either.
“I’m going to fuck you nice and slow, sweet girl. I’m going to show you exactly how much I want this. I want you.” He finally shifts, pulling out just a bit before sliding back in. “And when I’m done, you won’t question any of it. You’ll just know. Like I do.”
Tears prick the backs of my eyes.
It takes effort to blink them away and not allow them to fall.
What is this guy doing to me?
He rolls his hips again. On the upward stroke, he growls, “You’re my wife. You belong to me. Do you understand?”
I bite my lip as he does it again, picking up tempo.
Every time he drives inside me, he repeats the words like a mantra.
His hands loosen from around my hips before drifting upward until his fingers can play with my nipples. It doesn’t take long before they’re hard little points that beg for his attention.
“You’re my wife,” he says more forcefully as he tweaks both sensitive buds in tandem, making me cry out with pain wrapped up in pleasure.
When I bite my lower lip, his palms settle on my cheeks as he continues to flex, hitting a spot deep within. I’m so close to splintering apart. It won’t take much before I’m teetering on the precipice. And then, like Humpty Dumpty, no one will ever be able to put me back together again.
In this position, I feel everything. It ricochets throughout my being before echoing in my fingertips and toes. When it all becomes too much, my eyelids drift shut, needing to savor every delicious sensation.
“Open your eyes, sweet girl. I want you to see exactly who’s fucking you.”
I follow the directive and meet the steeliness that shines in his blue depths. Only then does he withdraw before surging forward until he’s buried deep.
“Tell me who you belong to.”
When he repeats the movement, his thick length filling me to the very brim, a whimper escapes from me.
His hands tighten around the sides of my head as he drags me closer. “Tell me,” he growls. “Tell me that you’re my wife. That my cock is the only one this pussy will ever need.”
His dirty words only push me closer to the edge.
He grinds against me.
With each new thrust, he repeats the command.
As turned on as he is, he pulls almost all the way out and holds perfectly still. His jaw is tightly clenched as his eyes glitter.
“Tell me right now whose wife you are, or you won’t get fucked.”
I gasp.
My inner muscles twitch, clenching with the need to lock around his erection. It’s the only thought that pounds through my head. He’s done the unthinkable and reduced me to a quivering mass of hormones. Nothing else matters at this moment but the insatiable need I have for him to drive inside me, fucking me into oblivion.
“Please, Colby,” I sob, wriggling around on his lap, trying to draw him deeper inside my pussy.
But he holds himself back, making it impossible.
Every cell feels as if it’s been charged with electricity. As if it’s traveling through my body, searching for an escape.
The feel of it is agonizing.
“Say it. Tell me who you belong to.”
The head of his erection stays poised against my opening.