Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“Teddy,” I moan, lifting my hips beneath him, digging my heels into his buttocks.
Scraping at his broad, strong back with my nails.
“Can’t believe this,” he says raggedly, face contorted in pain. “You’re so fucking tiny and tight. Felt that cherry pop, baby. You shouldn’t want it dirty.”
“Yes. Yes, I want it dirty,” I gasp. “Dirty. Please.”
My plea unhinges him.
With a strained curse, he begins to rut me. Hard. My mouth falls open, sensations hitting me like blasts from a cannon. There’s an awestruck whisper in the back of my head, telling me I was born to be intimate with this man. I wasn’t experienced enough to realize it until now—but he knew, didn’t he? That’s why he’s been so sick with lust. If I’d known how vital it is for us to be joined in this way, so completely, I would never have resisted. “Oh my goodness,” I whimper, sinking my teeth into his shoulder, squeezing my sex around him, glorying in the way he jerks and pants and bears down harder. The truck creaks and groans beneath us, mingling with the sounds of wet, pounding skin and intakes of breath. Growls and grunts and cries.
“You fucking goddess.” His voice scrapes in my ear. “Smooth little body. Sopping wet cunt. You’re working me so good. In and out of that tight-ass fuck hole, but you still feel innocent as a motherfucker. How the hell do you do it?” he grinds out.
As if I could respond.
I’ve entered a different plane of existence. One where only sensation matters. Stimulation of my clit and his shaft and bonding with him and sucking his tongue and lifting, lifting, lifting my backside, getting pinned down harder for my efforts and growled at, his hand a manacle around my throat, holding me so tight that I become a cherished possession. The gateway to his release, his pleasure, it’s all I want to be for the rest of my life.
“Ohhh honey, you’re making me come.” The slaps of his hips grow louder, his testicles pressing tight to my bottom with every deep thrust. There’s a dizzying dance taking place inside of me, as if all of my hormones are assembling in a circle and joining hands, gathering closer and closer and closer. And the harder he rides me, the faster his pace, the faster I speed toward Armageddon. “Bought condoms because I wanted to respect your wishes, but I threw them out this morning, Iris. It was never going to happen.” His grips my throat tighter. “You were born to take my fucking sperm.”
“Yes,” I gasp, sparks beginning to dance in my vision. “Fill me up. I can’t live without it. Without you. Please.”
He releases a shout into my neck, pounding me so hard now, my teeth clack together, my legs beginning to tremble wildly with the magnitude of what he’s drawing out of me. “You finally get it, don’t you?” His voice is deep and resonant in my ear. “We’ll live in this world, but we’ve got our own world, too, don’t we? Just you and me and this obsession. No one can touch it. We don’t separate for any reason. We don’t let anything come between us, especially some fucking latex. You want your man’s sperm, baby, honey, clench that pussy one more time and I’ll flood that little thing. And you will come with me.”
“Uh-huh,” I manage, nodding unevenly, the gathering in my tummy cinching closer, closer. Oh God, I can’t stop the landslide. Not even if I wanted to. I’m trapped underneath his huge, quarterback body, double teamed by his strength and the wild, unexpected response of my body. As soon as the rocks start to topple from the cliff, my climax barreling into me, I seize my intimate muscles around him, so tightly that he can’t even withdraw for a final thrust. No, his eyes simply go blind, his thick frame juddering on top of me, scalding hot liquid bathing me from the inside, ripple after ripple passing through me, through him, the mutual pleasure so intense I can’t stop my limbs from flailing, straining, batting at Teddy’s shaking back.
“I love you. I love you.” He chants these words into my neck, his open mouth raking up and down the side of my neck, into my hair. “My angel. Mine forever. My perfect Iris. I fucking love you. I love you. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I breathe, searching for his mouth blindly, connecting, our mouths moving in frantic reverence until sleep claims me and I fade into the black knowing Teddy will take care of me. That I’m safe and loved and nothing can ever invade our two-person world.
Nothing.
Chapter Nine
Teddy
She walks out of the bedroom and I see her immediately, because I’ve been staring at the door for twenty minutes, waiting. Waiting for her. Trying to breathe without her long enough to let her take a shower and put on some clothes. It’s not going well. Every time she’s not in my arms, every second I’m not consumed by her, all I can think of is losing her. How the lies I told to my teammates are going to come back to haunt me. It’s only a matter of time. After the championship tonight, I have to come clean. I have to clarify to each and every one of them that I’m not dating Iris for my image. I’m with her because she’s my fucking life.