Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
But he didn’t. His sinful grin returned as he leaned across her to grab a condom from his nightstand. Kelsie watched, heart thumping in her throat as he smoothed the latex over his impressive cock.
“Ready?”
“You have no idea.”
He rumbled out a chuckle. “Pretty sure I do, baby.” He was leaning over her, his hands braced by her head. “Put me in,” he whispered next to her ear, his voice like velvety wine.
Kelsie blew out a breath. She was so turned on she could barely function. He kissed her neck, then the shell of her ear, while she tried to connect enough brain cells to carry out his sexy command.
Fingers trembling, she wrapped her hands around his shaft. The second she touched him, he hissed out a curse. The raw want in the word emboldened her. She squeezed him and tugged a few times before guiding him to her opening.
“Minx,” he whispered, panting. “You’re trouble. Beautiful, wonderful trouble.”
Her heart soared. Their gazes met, and she nodded once. They were so connected that Ty understood her meaning and slowly thrust his hips. His cock pushed inside her inch by inch, stealing her breath and stretching her the way she’d dreamed.
She didn’t feel a lick of fear or bad thoughts, only hot pleasure.
Tears sprang to her eyes, but she blinked them away. Ty kissed her as he bottomed out, stilling for her to adjust.
“So perfect,” he whispered. “You take my cock so fucking good, Kelsie. Never felt anything better.”
His words were as amazing as the feeling of him inside her. They could have stayed that way forever, and she’d never want for anything again. Before this morning, she might have been halfway in love with him, stupid as it was, but this moment tipped the scales, and she fell the rest of the way.
If it all fell apart tomorrow, at least she’d know they had this one perfect moment.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
HE COULDN’T UNCROSS his damn eyes.
She was so tight and hot his brain short-circuited.
But it was more than just the intense clasp of her pussy surrounding his cock. Kelsie trusted him, and only him, with her body after suffering a trauma so severe some might never recover. She lay bare and vulnerable before him, giving him power and trusting him to take her soaring through clouds.
He didn’t fucking deserve it, but he’d take everything she wanted to give because the last week had shown him he couldn’t stay away from her.
He’d face the consequences of crossing every line possible tomorrow, but today, he could only think of satisfying them both.
“Ready?” he asked through clenched teeth as he tried to fight the impulse to fuck her senseless.
With scarlet cheeks, blown pupils, and teeth marks in her lower lip, she had never looked more beautiful. “Yes,” she said. “Do it, Ty. I’m so ready.”
Gazes locked, he drew his hips back, then thrust into her with a sharp snap of his pelvis that had them both gasping.
“Christ,” he whispered as he did it again and again until he’d built up a steady rhythm. Pleasure mounted, clouding his thoughts of anything but more, more, more.
“Yes,” Kelsie cried, arching her back as she met him thrust for thrust.
She was so tight it took effort to maintain a fast pace. She bent her knees, planting her heels against the mattress to give herself leverage. The change in angle made his head fucking spin. His balls swung heavy and tight with each thrust.
He cupped her ass, squeezing until she groaned. With his hands full of her soft flesh, he sat back on his heels, taking her with him. Her body was angled, upper back on the bed and lower rested on his knees. This position allowed him to sink so much deeper.
“Oh my God,” she whispered. “Ty…”
“I know, baby,” he said, fighting the orgasm that barreled down on him with punishing speed. He wasn’t ready for it to be over. Hell, they could go at it for hours, and he wouldn’t be ready to leave her body.
His biceps burned from how he used his arms to plunge her onto his cock. His thighs ached, and he breathed like he’d been running from the law.
“Faster,” she said. “God, it’s so good.” She cupped her bouncing tits, pinching her nipples.
The sight made his rhythm falter, but only for a second. His control slipped further with each passing second until he could think of nothing but watching her come. He hammered into her, loving every whimper and mewl. Music to his fucking ears. He’d play that sound on repeat in his head for days to come.
“I’m close.” She held his forearms, digging her nails into his skin as her head whipped back and forth on the comforter. She moaned, long and loud. The sound went straight to his balls which needed to unload more than he needed his next fucking breath. “Ty,” she cried as a shudder ran through her.