Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
She stares into my eyes, and I can see too many thoughts swirling behind them, but she pulls her knees beneath her to align her entrance with my cock.
“Pill?”
She nods. “Do you want a condom?”
I shake my head. “I want to feel that sweet, tight pussy, and nothing else.”
“Will I feel the piercing?” she asks.
One side of my lips tilts up, and I glance down between us. “Try it and see,” I suggest.
She takes a steadying breath and then, slowly . . . slowly . . . slowly she sinks onto me. “Jeeesus, Joy,” I grit out, fighting every instinct to grab her hips and slam in balls-deep. Instead, I grip the duvet beneath me in my fists. I probably look like I’m in excruciating pain, but the truth is every inch of my dick that she wraps her pussy around is in hot, wet, tight heaven.
“I did it,” she pants when she’s sunk fully on me. “I wasn’t sure I could.” She smiles proudly, blushing at the confession, and I reach up to run my thumb along her bottom lip.
“I knew you could do it. You can do anything you put your mind to, sexy girl.”
Her smile quickly fades as she grinds on me. “Ooh, you’re . . . a lot.”
“Take your time. Relax into it,” I say, letting my hands find her waist to guide her.
Her eyes flutter closed, her head falls back, and her nails dig into my abs. “I like it,” she moans. “Feel full, but like I didn’t know I was empty.”
She starts to lift and lower herself and I support her, letting her take the lead but grunting at the restraint it takes to not come already. “Fuck, Joy,” I say on a shudder as she finds a rhythm.
“You promised me rough, and now you’re making me do all the work,” she groans, not seeming too upset given the way her juices are running down my balls, and she cries out every time I pinch her nipples.
“You ready for that?” I’m truly asking. I don’t want to hurt her, and just as importantly, I don’t want to fuck this up.
“I can do anything I put my mind to. Somebody brilliant told me that once, so show me what you got, Dalton.”
I chuckle. “I told you that five minutes ago.”
But I’m already rearranging us, putting her on her belly with her legs together and pulling her hips into the air while her head stays on the bed. I straddle her legs, dipping my cock into the tight space between her thighs to tease at her entrance. She arches sharply to guide me as I take her slowly. Once I’m fully in her again, I lean forward, covering her back with my chest.
When she nods, I pull back and do exactly what I promised, fucking her hard and rough.
I pound into her, trusting that she can stop me from going too deep by arching more or less, but she takes it all, pleading for more and encouraging me with pants of “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I thread my forearm beneath her chest, my mouth right at her ear, and growl, “Is this what you wanted?”
“Fuck, Dalton! I’m coming . . .” It turns into a strangled cry, and I feel her pussy quivering around my cock.
It’s too much. She feels too good wrapped around me, and I can’t hang on any longer. “Me too,” I shout a split second before I explode, filling her with jet after jet of hot cum. It seems to trigger an aftershock for her because her cries ramp up again as I slam into her, marking her pussy the way she’s marked my heart.
Still hard, I keep going. “I’m not done with you,” I warn her. “That barely took the edge off.”
“Oh, fuck,” she groans. But I catch the way her lips lift in a smile and the way she arches for me again, ready for more. “Bring it on.”
Chapter 21
Joy
“How do I look?” Hope asks, spinning away from the mirror in my bedroom.
I scan my sister from head to toe, taking in her boots, flannel-lined jeans, heavy sweater, matching scarf and hat, and coat thrown over her arm. She’s dressed basically the same as Rayleigh and me.
“You look great. I think blue’s your vibe,” Rayleigh answers from her perch on the bed.
I can’t help but smile at the exchange between my sister and best friend. But I still put my two cents in. “Ben’s gonna think it’s too much color, but who cares what he thinks?” I tease, knowing Hope absolutely cares what her husband thinks. The good thing is, he loves to see her in anything . . . or nothing at all. Or so I’ve heard.
“What’s your husband’s deal?” Rayleigh wonders aloud, tilting her head.
Hope and I lock eyes in an instant, our twin-lepathy shouting between us.