Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
The way her hands go tense on my chest, nails raking my skin, tells me she’s well on her way to being gone.
Definitely two minutes later, when my thrusts throw her around like a doll and my hands grip her little ass so tight my fingers burn.
I’m greedy, even as I take her pleasure, pulling her in when her breath catches in that way that tells me she’s about to come.
“Let it go, sweetheart,” I whisper, dragging her face against my shoulder. “Bite me if you’re worried about being too loud.”
Goddamn, does she ever.
And she comes her ever living soul out with her teeth in my skin, growling her release.
I’m in deep fucking trouble now, and I don’t just mean the explosive heat rampaging up my spine from my balls.
I’m going to wear her bruises on my shoulder like a badge of honor for the next week, and possibly forever in my mind.
I’ll always remember how sweetly Destiny Lancaster comes for me until I draw my last breath.
There’s no stopping the frantic tempo, the grinding, even when she’s through the fiercest part of her release.
Then it’s my turn and I can’t hold back.
With a vicious sound, I fling her up and down on my cock, striking hard and deep and burying myself inside her until I erupt.
Fuck!
So much come rushes out of me I wonder if I’ve sprouted a third testicle.
I’ve never, ever filled a woman the way I empty inside her—and she’s only the second I’ve ever had without a condom.
I don’t fuck random bedmates without serious protection, and I damned sure don’t brand them from the inside out like it’s all I live for, like I want to knock this woman up.
Perish the thought.
The orgasm must’ve melted my brain.
Still, I’m hard and twitching inside her when I come down from the high, my chest heaving as I listen to her panting.
“Holy shit. Shepherd, holy shit.”
“Yeah.”
I hold her, letting my lips work hers, slowly and tenderly devouring her.
I never knew more than my cock could be so needy with a woman, but here we are.
She’s a little mind reader, and she knows how I want it now.
Languidly.
Savoring every inch of her, feasting on her tits and pussy like a three-hour dinner. And she’s right there with me, teasing me, her eyes lit every time I suck a nipple into my mouth.
It’s so fuck-hot it’s irrational.
If it wasn’t for another twig poking my spine, two inches from crawling up my ass, I’d be right there with her.
“Hang on,” I say, taking hold and losing the damn stick.
She giggles, wrapping her arms around my neck, her face pressed against me.
I lie back down, and she joins me in so much skin on sweltering skin.
It feels too good in the morning heat, too addictive.
It makes me forget that I’m still rolling around the grass and leaves.
Destiny grins up at me. Must be the endorphins, because the last and only time I’ve seen her look this happy was when she was watching the otters.
“Is it too uncomfortable? There’s a blanket in my bag...” She presses her lips against my collarbone, then my neck, working her way back up to my mouth.
“I’m good,” I mutter, pinning her down for good measure.
“Just good?” she teases.
Her mouth is mere inches from mine and I capture every breath.
Shit, I can feel the way her thighs tighten around me, calling me home.
“You know how good, brat.” I press my cock against her as she laughs again.
The uncertainty from before vanishes, and she’s lighter than air.
This time, it’s not the otters putting that giddy smile on her face.
It’s me.
The man who stopped smiling when his marriage blew apart and everybody thought it was blowback for helping rat on my gangster uncle.
The idiot who’s currently doing his damnedest to invite more disaster into his life.
But Destiny is still laughing against me, stamping long, slow kisses up my shoulder.
I reach for her nipple, roll it slowly between my fingers, searching for just the right pressure she adores.
“Oh,” she moans breathlessly a second later. “You can go harder.”
“Harder,” I repeat, something carnivorous grinning inside me.
So she likes it rough, huh?
The lust pulsing through my veins makes me a human hand grenade as I pull her in so I can bite her tits.
The moan that slips through her teeth is the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever heard. No question.
“Quiet,” I tease, my voice guttural. “You’ll scare the otters.”
“Shepherd!”
Goddamn, I hate that I like it so much when she says my name.
“I want you inside me again,” she moans.
“Tell me. Tell me what you like,” I demand.
My cock jerks, already aching to fuck her again.
It’s a need so primal it feels like possession but this isn’t the time to overanalyze it.
I want her. I’m going to have her like the greedy prick I am.
That’s all there is to it.