Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Oh God. I wanted that. I held on to his good arm, slightly aware that he was injured, but not caring too much about anything other than my pleasure. I wanted more.
“Oh GOD, yes.” My voice sounded like someone else.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said thickly. “I want you naked and riding my cock. You gonna do that for me?” he asked, pulling his fingers from me.
My body became frantic. It had been close to its peak. I let out a strangled sound.
“Tell me you’re gonna ride my cock, and I’ll give it back.” His voice was a dark promise.
I nodded. “Yes, yes,” I panted, willing to promise anything.
“Good girl,” he whispered, leaning down until his mouth was against my ear. His fingers entered me again, but slower this time. “There you go.” His warm breath tickled my skin. “Take my fingers like you’re gonna take my cock.”
He sank them in deeper than before and hit something inside me that caused the building pleasure to erupt. I screamed his name, bucking wildly in abandon. Nothing mattered but the bliss consuming me.
“Fuuuck…yeah, that’s it. Gush all over my hand. Let me feel it.” His words were so far away, but his body was there, pressing me against the tree, holding me up.
How had I lived thirty-four years and never experienced this?
Forty-Six
Hale
The throbbing in my shoulder was nothing compared to that in my dick. My hand was soaked with her release, and it smelled as sweet as it tasted. That wasn’t helping my current state. Neither was her wide-eyed, well-pleasured expression. She was still gasping for breath as she looked up at me. Damn, those eyes were something else.
I continued to suck her juices from my fingers while she watched me. If she tried to go all uptight on me again, I knew how to fix it. She’d come apart on me this time. Seemed she liked it rougher. I’d been too gentle this morning. But I hadn’t expected her to react to my being demanding with complete surrender. She liked being dominated with sex. Good, because that was how I liked to fuck.
She shifted her body, straightening up and causing her stomach to press against my erection. I winced at the contact. I’d never been this damn swollen in my life. It was verging on painful.
“Oh! Your shoulder,” she gasped, her eyes widening in horror. “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?”
I grabbed her hip to still her. “Not my shoulder, darlin’,” I told her gruffly.
Her brow furrowed in a frown.
“You got my dick so damn hard that I might be experiencing blue balls for the first time. Not exactly sure.”
Silence.
She swallowed so hard that I could see her neck slightly bulge. Her tongue darted out and wet her lips, and I bit back a groan. If I shoved my dick in her mouth right now, I would blow the back of her head off with my release. I had to get it to calm the fuck down.
Now that I was sure she wasn’t about to collapse on the ground, I let go of her and took a step back. “Let’s go back to the house.”
She nodded, but when she took a step, she wobbled slightly. My arm shot out and steadied her, and I was unable not to fucking grin. I liked knowing I’d caused this and that her panties and shorts were soaked because of me.
Best part was, we were just getting started.
Forty-Seven
Bay
The realization of what I’d just done began to settle on me as we walked back to the house. The cold reality that I had once again given in to Hale Carver and enjoyed it. No, that was too weak of a word. My body was still humming. I wasn’t sure if I should feel any guilt or shame, but I was feeling neither. Perhaps being here with him was warping me after all. Would I ever be the same again? Did I want to be?
I wasn’t sure.
“Stop thinking so hard, Snow,” Hale said from beside me.
I glanced up at him as he continued to look straight ahead. “I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are.”
“How do you know what I am thinking?”
“Your thoughts are so loud that it’s deafening.”
The way he could go from making me lose my mind in pleasure to annoyed so easily was a talent. I decided not to go back and forth with him while we continued on.
He lifted his hand to his nose and smelled it. “Fuck, you smell good.”
My face was instantly warm. The things he said. No man had ever talked to me that way. I didn’t know what to do with it or how to react—at least when the moment was over. When it was happening, I didn’t seem to have any problems at all.
When we reached the back door, Hale held open the door for me, then smirked as I glanced up at him. He was smug about it. But I guessed he had reason to be. For someone who claimed not to like him, I sure acted differently when his hand was between my legs. So much for keeping my distance and getting my head straight with some space.