Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26630 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I can’t wait any longer. I’m shaking just as hard as she is with unmet want.
Talia’s eyes snap to mine when I pull away from the kiss to reach between us, guiding the head of my cock to her entrance.
“So soaked for me.” I groan, feeling just how much she wants this. I’m not even inside her yet, but the soft heat of her is nearly too much to bear. “Perfect, pretty girl. Such a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Talia whimpers, her hips bucking as though she’s trying to get me inside her faster. “Yours, Trey. I’m yours, I need you to make me yours. Please.”
In answer, I press in a few inches, just enough to have both of us moaning and swearing. She’s so tight, so hot. I knew she’d be damn perfect, but nothing could have prepared me for this. It’s even better knowing I’m the only one who will ever have her like this.
“So big. Oh, God.” Talia pants as I pull out just to thrust in further, giving her as much as she can take before I have to push harder. I wait, letting her adjust, my heart thumping so hard I can hear the rush of my own blood. Shit, she feels incredible.
“You can take it,” I encourage her, moving my hand from her hip to her clit, stroking her in tight circles the way she loved last time. Immediately, Talia cries out, her pussy spasming around me. “That’s it. Goddamnit, that’s so good, baby.”
“More,” she begs, rolling her hips and forcing me deeper. Whatever resistance her body had is gone. She gasps and shudders, taking every damn inch of me.
“Never seen anything so beautiful.” I rock my hips against her, pleasure shooting up my spine. “Need to feel this pretty pussy come on my cock, sweet girl. You can do that, can’t you?”
Talia nods, fighting to keep her eyes open and on mine as I set a slow, deep rhythm, fucking her into the mattress and keeping my attention on her clit.
“Oh, oh. Trey!” Talia’s back arches. Her eyes close, her inner walls clutching at me as she comes, threatening to take me over the edge with how good it feels.
I grit my teeth so I don’t end this too soon. The second she catches her breath again, I fuck her the way I’ve been dying to. I grip her hips and thrust—fast, hard snaps of my hips that make her clutch the bed sheets while she tries to hold on.
“You are mine, sweet girl,” I tell her as I drive us both mad with pleasure. “Mine to fuck, mine to take care of, mine to kiss and touch and spoil. Only. Mine.”
Even as lost to pleasure as she is, Talia nods. “Yours. Only want you.”
Those words in her breathy, needy voice send me right over the edge.
“Gonna fill you up, sweet girl, claim you inside and out,” I growl.
She shouts my name, another orgasm sweeping through her. I bury my face in her neck, kissing her skin as I spill inside her. I’ve never felt bliss like this before, and minutes pass before I can even see properly again.
Slowly, I raise my head to see Talia’s eyes closed and her skin flushed. Satisfaction flows through me, and I wrap her in my arms and turn so we’re lying side by side, her leg hooked over my hip and my cock still buried between her plush thighs.
We lie like that for a long time, Talia only half-awake, with me murmuring soft compliments and adoration to her, making sure she knows just how much she means to me.
I’m never letting her go.
8
TALIA
Only two weeks until Trey goes back to base, and I’m dreading it.
This morning, I wake up tangled in his arms, using his chest as a pillow, and everything feels right. The thought that I might only get twelve more nights like this makes me want to cry. I don’t want there to be a deadline for us. I don’t want this to ever end.
It’s not just the sex, though the sex is incredible. I’m glad I waited, glad he’s the only one I’ve been with like this because it just feels right. The way he treats me and the way he makes me feel in and out of the bedroom are so much more than I ever dared to hope for.
Trey is better than any man I could’ve ever dreamed of, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to let him go. Well, the answer is that I won’t. I don’t care how complicated it gets. I’m his and he’s mine, and both of us want this to be forever. He’s told me a hundred times that he’s never letting me go, that I’m his always, that he doesn’t care about circumstance or silly details like the fact we’re stepsiblings. We’ll figure this out. I trust him, but it doesn’t stop me worrying.