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)
“Pull my sweats down,” he said, letting my breast go. “Now, Snow!”
I moved back as he lifted his hips, and I tugged his pants down past his thighs. The thick, long, veiny cock stood erect, and I suddenly felt a moment of panic. Would it fit?
“Let me feel your wet pussy rub it bare before I put a condom on,” he said, grabbing my wrist and tugging me back up.
Lowering myself, I placed one hand on his thigh and the other on his bicep.
“Ah.” The need for the moment of euphoria had already started with a frenzied stirring.
“Goddamn, that’s good. Slide it back and forth. Coat my dick with it,” he told me as his hand gripped my thigh tightly.
I began to move faster, all the way up its length until I could feel the head hit against my clit. Hale’s arm wrapped around me, holding me against his chest, and I felt the tip of him brush against my entrance.
“Easy,” he growled into my ear. “Just let me feel it a little.”
I nodded, gasping at the stretch that had already begun. I didn’t move, for fear of pain—either his or mine, I wasn’t sure.
“So fucking tight,” he murmured, breathing heavily and sending shivers through my body. “Take it like the sweet girl you are.”
My body reacted, sinking down further, causing a cry from me and a groan from Hale. I froze, never feeling so full in my life. This was the kind of delirious pleasure that made people crazy. I understood it now. I wasn’t sure there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to have it.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling it so that my back arched as he thrust his hips up and sank fully inside me.
“OH GOD!” I screamed.
“That’s right. I am your fucking god,” he growled.
Our bodies began to move together. The building, the climax clawing its way to a storm I wasn’t sure I’d survive, but I wanted it nonetheless.
This man, this connection—nothing had ever felt so right. I’d never felt any real connection with another person, until now. For once, I belonged. I wasn’t alone. I was wanted and needed. It was coming home for the very first time.
When his body jerked as a roar tore from his chest and I felt the rush of his release fill me, I splintered into a million pieces, knowing I’d never return to the woman I had been before this moment.
Forty-Eight
Hale
I threw back the glass of whiskey I’d just poured and downed it in one drink before slamming it onto the bar. What the fuck had that been? I glared at the bottle of amber liquid as if it had the answers and was withholding them. Was there an answer? I sure as shit couldn’t think of one that made sense.
Grabbing the bottle, I filled my glass, forgoing any measuring or even an ice cube. There was no time for that. I’d just had my world combust, and I was grasping to pull it together. I had shot my load into a woman. I’d only done that without meaning to one other time in my life, and Ransom was the result. My other kids had been planned. Ransom was the reason I’d married Lethia.
But when I’d fucked her bare, it had been because I was young, she was gorgeous, and I was drunk.
That—whatever that shit had been upstairs—it had been different. Sure, Bay was fucking stunning. Breathtaking when she was naked and chasing her own pleasure. The—I rubbed my chest with my fist—shit that had hit me also was foreign. I didn’t even have a way to describe it. Calling it possessiveness scared the absolute fuck out of me, and I refused to identify it as that.
The desire to stalk back up there, wake her up, and do it again was like a monster inside me, demanding to be let out. I stared at the ceiling in horror. Was that addiction? Did she have one of those cunts that caused men to lose their minds? Motherfucker, what had I done? I’d gone without fucking too long and taken what was right here and available. Little had I known that she had some magical pussy that ruined men.
I shook my head. No. No, I wasn’t ruined. I’d just lost my head momentarily over a hot piece of ass. I was fine. She hadn’t messed me up.
But she could.
I could get addicted…and then what?
No. No. Not doing that. Been there, and it was a living hell.
Throwing back another drink, I stalked over to my cell phone and stared at it. Fuck! I didn’t want to. Not when I could go back up there and have it all over again. Feel that nirvana once more. But it would come with a price. I couldn’t chance it.