Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Pushing her back and onto the bed, I move over her.
All I know is that I need to shield her from the world. To stave it back, so she is protected and safe while she makes decisions and choices for her life. I need to feel my masculine power over her and her feminine power beneath me.
I nudge her legs up and around me even though we are clothed. I reach back, still kissing her deeply. My forearms pin her shoulders, I lift my hips off of her and slam them back down between her legs, forcing my power into her. My cock strains against my jeans, raging hard, but now is not the time to give into it. I need her energy wiped clean first. To free her from the psychological chains, they had her bound within.
“You are free. Protected,” I grind into her again as she cries out, her back arches, and her pussy strains up to meet me, “safe,” another slam and her welcoming cry, “and free,” I groan as I slam into her the third time.
“You are so goddamn beautiful.” I move my mouth down to one breast and find her nipple beneath the fabric. “You always make me so fucking hard.”
She cries out again, and I know she is close to coming when her nails start clawing my back. I need her to understand she is more powerful than any stranger. That no act or deed can affect that. To have her really get that she is still in control of her life. That this was no setback. It was merely a fork in the road that we can overcome together. That she can steer the ship, anytime she wants to.
“Lex, oh, god, Lex. I need more.”
I flip her over on top of me and up, straddling my cock, in a position she has never tried before.
“Take it, baby girl. Take whatever you need. However, much you want.”
My little sweet angel has no hesitation. Her hands scramble for the belt buckle and buttons of my jeans between her legs as my hands paw her breasts. She smacks my hands away and then pulls my length out, causing me to groan. There is nothing like her hands on me.
Then she quickly stands over me and shimmies out of her panties before lowering her tight heat down to engulf the mushroom head of my cock along with a few inches of length. Even just that much has my mind screaming in ecstasy.
“In this position, it is going to feel bigger, and it might hurt,” I warn her.
But she has other plans. Everything about her is intense and aggressive. A woman not to be stopped, not that I would ever even try. I’d rather stop breathing than lose her touch.
With the head and top of my shaft inside her, she digs her hands into the flesh of my shoulders, almost breaking the skin with her nails, and the pain that zings through me only adds to my fire, and then she impales herself all the way down on me.
I’m startled, and she lets out a low whimper. There is a fierceness to the pleasure she is taking from my body that I have never encountered before. Now I’m the virgin as she pillages herself on my length over and over, needing to work out something that shocks me at first but then quickly shifts me down the river to the roaring ocean where our energies meet and flare.
She is my girl. My woman. My everything. The mother of my fucking child.
And then, rocking her hips hard against me, refusing to let even an ounce of my cock get away from her, she builds and builds and builds until we are coming together as one. My hot cum shooting up into her body as I growl out my release and surrender to her need as she leans forward, and her teeth grit into my shoulder, and the ravaging beautiful beast within her is released.
She is all power. All beauty. And all mine.
She sags against my chest, and I wrap an arm around her and hold her tightly, my fingers trailing over her back.
“Lex, I need to ask you something,” she whispers into the quiet room.
My attention stops short. She sounds serious. I pull it together and sober up a bit.
“What is it?” I feel alarm bells rising. We have been through so much that I worry it might be another unexpected twist.
She pulls back and sits up a bit, her eyes are downcast, looking away, and she is chewing on her lip but not talking.
“Jude? Whatever it is, we can weather it.” I feel big, wanting to protect her from whatever evil befalls her.
“I don’t know. It’s just—it’s just—”
“Baby girl, I swear to you, I can handle whatever it is.”