Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“It would be better if you did.”
Maybe he’s right. Maybe he’s not. I don’t care. “I need your cock.”
Bram tenses, and then suddenly I’m in the air, being lifted by my fucking pussy until I’m back crouching over his cock. Only then does he withdraw his fingers. He’s the one who guides his broad cock to my entrance. This time, what felt impossible is merely a devastating challenge. I sink down, taking an inch of him inside me. Holy fuck.
Every inch is a battle between his body and mine. It feels too good to stop, but I can’t slide all the way to the hilt in a smooth motion like I’d love to. My descent happens in fits and starts. By the time I seal us together completely, we’re both covered in sweat and breathing as if we just ran a marathon.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I can’t stop shaking. I need to move, but it’s as if my bones have turned to jelly. My knees reach the bed now, but they won’t if I try to lift myself all the way off him. “Bram—”
Somehow, he knows what I need before I get the words out. He reaches down and slides his hands under my knees. It seems impossible that he can keep me lifted indefinitely, but he doesn’t hesitate to raise me into the air a few inches, creating a solid base for me to leverage myself on. The move makes every muscle in his torso stand out, and I shiver at the sight . . . which only makes me more aware of the way he fills me.
Slowly, carefully, I begin to move.
It’s the most excruciating pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Every move has his ridges rubbing against delicious parts of me. I can barely keep my eyes open, but closing them means missing the way Bram watches me. Like a devout man who’s finally seen the face of his god. Later, it might make me uncomfortable. Right now, I soak up his attention, revel in this moment of perfect understanding.
My body adjusts. It just takes a little longer than I’m used to. I roll my hips slowly, both because it feels good and because of how closely he watches me. His jaw is clenched so tightly, I worry for his teeth. “Bram.”
“Come for me, Grace. Please. I can’t—”
It’s as if his desperation undoes my own. I pick up my pace, chasing that burning ember of need deep inside me. It flares hotter and hotter. So close . . . I could hold out. Maybe. Could wring him dry and win this little wager.
I don’t want to.
I press my fingers to my clit, circling exactly the way I need as I ride him. One stroke. Two. On the third, my body clenches so hard, it makes me dizzy. “Oh, fuck.” I grind down on his cock, riding the wave that rises and rises until I’m suddenly terrified it will never crest. When it does, I almost black out.
Bram releases my knees, causing his cock to sink even deeper. I shriek, but the sound is cut off when he sits up and kisses me. He clings to me, his mouth moving against mine even as his hips pump into me. It’s soft and sweet and . . . Oh fuck, I’m coming again.
This time, he follows me. His cock pulses inside me. I cry out again against his lips, and he swallows the sound even as he orgasms. On and on and on, each stroke a surge I can feel until his seed overflows and spills down my thighs and all over his lap.
I collapse against him, or maybe he collapses against me. I honestly can’t be sure. We hold each other, shivering and shaking and weaving like two drunken sailors cast adrift in seas beyond our knowing.
At some point, I become aware of Bram brushing featherlight kisses along my throat and shoulder. His arms tighten around me. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.” I think so. I’m going to be sore tomorrow, but the ache starting between my thighs is more than worth the cost of what I just experienced. I brush his hair back. “Are you?”
“No.” He huffs out a rough laugh. “I think my world just tilted on its axis.”
Yes. That’s exactly what it feels like. I just didn’t expect him to admit as much out loud. I kiss his temple, his horns. “You did well.”
He makes a sound that’s nearly a moan. “Give me a few moments and . . .”
“A bath.” I kiss his brows. “Nice long hot soak. Then a snack and a cuddle.” I can barely move, but we’re due for a crash, and I don’t want to experience it alone. I don’t want him to experience it alone. “How does that sound?”
Bram’s arms tighten around me, and then he seems to make an effort to ease his hold. “That sounds good, Grace. Really, really good.”