Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“I love you too, Tank,” she says as I push inside her.
My home.
My forever.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Alyssa
My breath seizes in my lungs as he pushes inside me. He stills, dropping to kiss me tenderly, giving my body time to adjust to his size. His kiss is lazy as his tongue seeks entrance, and I open for him. Of course I do. This is Sterling. The man who owns my heart and soul.
“So tight,” he murmurs against my lips.
“I’m good now,” I assure him as my body relaxes and accepts him as a part of me.
“You sure?” He studies me, looking for a hint of unease. He won’t find any. “I can’t believe I’m here.” He pulls out and slowly pushes back in. “Making love to my love.” He grins.
“I’m charmed,” I tease.
“And I’m smitten,” he replies. “Nothing has ever felt this incredible. This might as well be my first time. I’ve never felt this connection. I have this overwhelming need to stay buried inside you and never leave.”
“You’re forgetting something,” I tell him, smoothing his hair out of his eyes.
“What’s that, baby?”
“You can have me whenever you want me. This isn’t a one-time thing, Sterling. This is who we are now.”
“Lovers.” He kisses the corner of my mouth.
“We’re everything.” It’s the only thing I can think of to describe how I’m feeling. He’s lazily pumping in and out of me while staring deep into my eyes, and it’s making it hard for me to think clearly. “My love, my best friend. My Tank.”
“Yours,” he says, sliding out and pushing back in faster this time.
“Is this how you want to come our first time?” I challenge.
He growls and buries his face in my neck. He quickens his pace. Over and over, his hips thrust toward mine as we chase the high we’re both craving. The high that only we can provide for one another. Sure, we can get off, but not like this. The fire that’s building inside is more than just a climax. It’s a full-body experience. I feel like there’s electricity coursing through my veins as the tension builds.
“There, oh…,” I moan as it hits just where I need him to be.
“I need you to come, baby. I can’t hold off much longer. Your pussy is gripping me so damn tight. I— Fuck, I can’t hold it much longer.” He rocks out and pushes back in quick succession. “Play with your pussy, baby. I’m not coming until you do.”
“I already did.”
“Not with my cock.” His voice is gritty, strained, and I know he’s teetering on the edge as well. What he doesn’t realize is that I’m there. Ready to fall over with him. His words are all that I need to tumble into the abyss of pleasure. Who knew dirty talk was what would do it for me? Not me. Not until Sterling.
“Sterling!” Heat rolls through me like a roaring fire as my orgasm crashes through me.
“Your pussy’s going crazy,” he tells me. “Fuck! Alyssa!” He roars as he slams into me and stills. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants softly. When he opens his eyes, they’re like liquid pools of blue. “That was… life-changing. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
I squeeze him where he’s still inside me, and he groans. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is going crazy.”
“I know.”
“Wait? You did that?”
I do it again and grin. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had that?”
He shrugs. “Never gone bare and never stuck around for the aftershocks.” He smirks.
“Now you have me.”
“Now I have you. I want to live inside your pussy. And your heart. I just want to live inside of you.”
I nod because, as crazy as it sounds, I understand exactly what he means. “We should clean up.” I scrunch up my nose. We’ve definitely made a mess of things.
“Don’t rush me, woman. I’m basking in orgasmic bliss.”
When I lift my head, my lips meet his. “I was hoping you’d help me shower.”
“You’re right. We should clean up.” Slowly, he pulls out, taking his heat with him. He climbs off the bed and offers me his hand, helping me do the same. He leads us to the small en suite bathroom and turns on the shower. Once the water is the right temperature, he lifts me, and, on instinct, I wrap my arms and legs around him. Stepping into the tub, he pulls the curtain and reaches between us, and guides himself inside me.
“Already? Don’t you have some kind of recovery time?” I ask him. My voice doesn’t sound like my own. It’s all breathy, and my nails dig into his skin. I want him again too, but I truly thought guys needed some recovery time.
“Not with you.” He kisses me deeply before pulling back. “Hold onto me.” That’s the only warning I get before he bounces me on his cock. I’m small, hence the name Tink, and he’s, well, not. He handles me with ease as we both call out our release at the same time.