Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
A tidal wave. Tsunami. Falling off a cliff. Fireworks. Whatever the term, I felt it.
I didn’t know we were moving until my back hit a wall.
With one hand under my bare butt, Cody drove up and into me, somehow deeper than before.
“You on the pill, sugar?”
What? Was he talking? Asking me a question?
“Sugar?”
“What?”
“Pill.”
He wanted to know if I was on birth control. Now? Now that he was so far inside me?
I nodded.
“Good.”
“Are you clean?” I asked, clinging to the few brain cells I had left. While I didn’t want to think about my father when Cody was balls deep inside me, I imagined his reminder of Cody’s strings of women from his past.
“Shifters don’t get shit like that. I’m clean.”
I nodded, but he must’ve seen my shift in mood. He tipped my chin up and slowed his hips.
His blue eyes, now stormy with arousal, pinned me in place as much as his body. “I’m forty. I’ve been with my share of women, but not like what your dad thinks. I can’t change the past, but you have to know you’re my future.” He thrust his hips to confirm it. “This. Us. I might be your first, sugar, but I’m also your last.”
In one smooth motion, he spun again, lowering me to my back on the couch–as if my bed was too far away–our bodies still connected.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. It was so hot to see how strong he was. How in command of the situation. It was incredible to have a guy who knew exactly what he was doing and could make my first time so intensely perfect.
He pulled my ankles up over his shoulders, standing on his knees to thrust. I was completely bare while he only had his jeans and boxers pushed down enough to get his dick out.
I gasped at how deep he got in this position. The head of his cock bumped against my inner wall and made me whimper with the intensity.
He eased back. “Too much, sugar?”
I thrashed my head from side to side. “No! I want it. I want it all, Cody.”
His eyes changed from blue to amber. This. This right here was where I could see his wolf just beneath the surface. The animal inside him. And I wanted him to show it to me.
“Harder,” I practically begged.
It was insane, but I felt his cock swell inside me, getting longer. Fatter.
He gritted his teeth, pumping faster. “Fuck, Riley.”
As much as I’d wanted to own my first time, I did like being underneath him. Not that this was anything close to simple missionary position. But the view I had of Cody McIntire right now was magnificent. That muscled chest of his dusted in curls–when had I ripped some buttons on his shirt open? The way he bared his teeth and the look on his face–like he was inches away from completely losing control. God, what would that be like?
He pushed my ankles toward my shoulders and pumped in that position, shortening the space he could plow into, and making it even more intense.
I shrieked at the sensation. I was going to come again. I could tell by the quaking in my inner thighs, the fluttering in my belly.
“Cody,” I whimpered.
“Not yet.” The order was fierce, and my eyes flew wide. Was I doing something wrong?
“You’re going to wait until I give it to you good, sugar. This time you wait until I tell you to come, understand?”
Oh. Wow.
My pussy clenched, and my nipples–already hard–zinged with his bossy order.
I managed to nod.
“I’m going to make you take it in every fucking position, sweetheart. In every room of this house. You want to see me primal? I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight. And when you come, they’re gonna hear three miles away.”
Oh gawd. My eyes rolled back in my head. I was already losing all mental faculties.
This was unbelievably hot.
Cody pulled out.
“No!” I cried.
I tried to focus on him, but it was possible my eyes were crossed. He picked me up by the waist and settled me on my knees, my elbows resting on the stuffed arm of the sofa. He slapped my ass once more. “That’s fucking perfect, sugar. You have the best ass. Especially when it’s got my handprints on it.”
My insides squeezed again. He was going to make me come with his dirty talk alone!
But no–he wanted me to wait. Could I? I wasn’t even sure I knew how to control it. My body was like an instrument he alone knew how to play. I wasn’t giving it any orders right now.
He slid his cock along my slit, rubbing my clit with his slick head.
I moaned.
He stroked a few more times as I arched my back, dying for him to be inside me again.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“I know what you want, sugar.” He gave my ass another firm slap. “I’m just letting the anticipation build.”