Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 98561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I nodded. I wanted it too.
He stepped forward, his cock bouncing. Then he was kneeling between my legs, and I heard him roll a condom on. He lowered himself, taking his weight on his elbows so he didn’t press me into the rock floor. With one hand, he guided his cock to me. With the other hand, he cradled my cheek, his fingers sliding into my damp hair. He stared deep into my eyes, watching my reaction as—
I inhaled as I felt the head of him against me. God, the intoxicating hot throb of him. My eyes widened as he spread me wider, wider…then my chin lifted and my eyes fluttered closed as he filled me with a long silken push.
He came to rest with his groin nestled against mine. I panted, adjusting to the size of him, feeling the heat of him so deep inside. He gave me a second but he couldn’t wait for long, couldn’t bear to: I could see it in his eyes…
He needed to fuck me. Now.
He began to move, slow pumps of his hips, his ass rising and falling between my thighs. Every time he drew back, the slick, perfect friction sent silvery streamers of pleasure dancing to my core. There was a second’s ache of needing him, then he’d thrust into me and the silver pleasure would compress into heat.
He cupped my breasts, squeezing lightly, his big thumbs rubbing across my nipples until I gasped and moaned. Then his head dipped, and the hot wetness of his mouth enveloped first one and then the other. The slow pumping of his hips never stopped but, as the heat inside me built and I began to thrash and buck under him, his thrusts started to speed up. The more turned on I got, the faster and harder his cock slammed into me, until I was a gasping, breathless wreck.
He growled and lowered himself onto me and the weight of him felt good, savage and primal, his body pinning mine to the cave floor and pressing my thighs open wider. But his hands were gentle as they cupped my face and he stared into my eyes as he fucked me towards my peak. My hands found the tattoos of thorned vines on his back, and I traced them over his shoulders and down to his biceps, going weak inside at the raw need in his eyes, at the wickedness of him. He reached down between us for a second, stroking my clit, and when my mouth opened into a pink O of shock and pleasure, he moaned in lust and his cock twitched inside me. He was getting drunk on my innocence, just as I was getting drunk on his sin.
He sped up again, pounding me for long minutes, his chest rubbing against my nipples on every stroke. Oh God, I was close, the heat glowing and scalding inside me, desperate to be released. I pressed my hips up to meet his thrusts, arched my back and ground my breasts harder against him. Then my legs came up and hooked around his body—
He thrust deep. His body tensed. He stared into my eyes, and his face was open and honest, all tricks put aside.
“Dammit, Olivia,” he panted. “I am never letting go of you. Ever.”
And I felt him come in long, shuddering jets just as I spasmed and trembled around him.
We rolled onto our sides, arms and legs intertwined, and stayed that way until the sun came up.
36
GABRIEL
The rain had stopped and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. We wrung out our clothes and put them on damp, which actually didn’t feel so bad, given the heat. As we walked back to camp, I was still in a post-orgasm state of bliss and childishly excited about the plan. In just a few hours, I’d be back to doing what I did best: tricking everyone and running off with the loot. But for the first time, I wouldn’t be doing it on my own. I squeezed Olivia’s hand and she squeezed back.
When we reached the camp, the others were just getting up, stiff from another night sleeping on the ground and grouchy with hunger. All of us were exhausted and even my happiness couldn’t mask it completely. But then we smelled something that broke through the tiredness. All of us rushed over to where JD had built a campfire. He’d just poured a metal pot of boiling water into a mug, and it smelled like—
“Is that coffee?” I asked with rising hope.
“Saved a packet from my MRE, when we started running low,” said JD. “Figured we might need a lift, about now.” He offered me the mug.
I took it, speechless. He really was a great leader: he cared about his team so much. “Thanks,” I mumbled.