Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Let me taste you.” He fisted himself and moved the tip along her pussy beneath her fingers.
She offered him her fingers and as he took them in his mouth, he pushed the head of his cock between her swollen lips. Her flavor was sweet and he sucked them further in. Around his shaft, her body tightened. He didn’t slow but didn’t slam into her with a single jolt. He kept up the continuous glide until he sat fully embedded within her.
Already his balls had drawn tight, wanting nothing more than to release within her. Blinking, he stared down at the woman lying there, moaning his name. Flushed skin, parted lips, breasts moving as she inhaled sharply.
“Better than I ever imagined,” he said.
“Move, please. Oh God, fuck me.”
He listened. She took her hand back and settled them both on his shoulders as he thrust. Her nails dug into him and he could tell her pleasure, even without the mewling cries evacuating her mouth, from the way she clutched him. The tighter her grip got on him, the more her cries came.
He drove into her, over and over. Unrelenting. Her pussy stretched around him, tight, and he knew she’d not been with anyone for a long time.
The knowledge made him even more possessive than he had been from the start. Burying his face into the side of her neck, he inhaled deeply. Their scents comingled around him. Over twenty-four months of living a life he wouldn’t ever have picked for himself. Then the twelve days of hell when he’d been discovered. Honestly, he hadn’t thought he would live much less ever enjoy the touch of a woman again.
He wound his hands in her hair and tugged so she gasped. Then he claimed her mouth once more. His hips continually worked his cock in and out. Her cream coated him and the muscles she flexed tight held him as if they never wanted to let him go.
Darkness tinged the edge of his vision, and he was afraid the time was up for this dream. He shook his head and growled low in his throat. “No, I’m not letting go.” The caged beast was unleashed and he took. He sought his own pleasure, working his dick into her at an unrelenting speed, his hunger and desperation owning him.
Her cries filled his ears, her legs wrapped like a vise around his waist, allowing him all the penetration he wanted, deep or shallow. He wanted deep, longed to remain buried within searching for her heartbeat.
Leena’s back arched and a cry poured from her lips as she splintered around him. The power of her orgasm such it carried him over the edge after her and he released a shout of his own as he came, ropes of thick come shooting from him. Even then, he didn’t stop but continued fucking her as they both rode out the remnants of their releases.
Limbs shaky, he collapsed on her, all energy spent. She didn’t fight him or ask him to move. She tightened her grip on him, wrapping her arms and legs around him, not giving him any room, sharing his space with him. Eyes closed, he exhaled heavily before his body took him back into the land of exhaustion.
He woke alone, naked and covered by thick blankets. A light was on beside the bed, offering a low glow to the space. He climbed from the bed and searched for another pair of jeans. Tugging them on, he went after a pair of thick socks before walking out into the rest of her house. It was dark so he turned back around and went to her room and this time took a longer look at her space.
Dark brown with pale purple highlights. She had a queen bed, which he knew was comfortable, since he’d just climbed from being in it. Her furniture was simple. The hardwood floors were covered by a few area rugs that had abstract designs on them.
Where is she? He scratched his right shoulder and walked to the room she’d put him. Flicking on the light, he peered in and found it just as empty as the room he’d been in. He frowned as the realization that no dogs were around hit him. Had something happened?
He ran for a shirt and tugged the long sleeve over his head then went to the front and shoved into the boots she’d given him. Shrugging into the coat, he peered out the window and saw the snow fell in thick flakes around the light on outside her training facility. It fell hard enough he couldn’t see any footprints, but it was worth a shot.
The biting wind tore into his exposed skin and he was ready to crawl back into the bed and warm up. He picked up his pace and got to the door. Turning the knob, he pulled it open and blinked away the burn from the lights filling the space.