Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
"Yes," I whisper, hips rocking forward. "Please, Banks."
He drops to his knees in front of me, yanking my leggings and panties down in one swift tug. I step out of them, completely bare now, and he looks up at me with pure hunger. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider as he leans in. The first slow lick along my wetness makes me cry out. He's thorough, teasing my clit with the flat of his tongue before sucking it gently between his lips.
"Oh God," I moan, head falling back against the wall. My hands tighten in his hair. He groans against me, the vibration sending sparks through my body.
"You taste so fucking good," he says between licks, voice rough. "Sweet and wet and all mine tonight. I'm going to eat this pussy until you come on my tongue, then I'm going to fuck you so deep you feel me for days."
His dirty words push me closer to the edge. He slides two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right while his mouth works my clit. The stretch is perfect, the rhythm relentless. I rock against his face, chasing the pleasure that's building fast and hot.
"Banks, I'm so close," I gasp.
"Come for me, Anniston. Let me feel it."
The orgasm crashes over me hard. My thighs tremble, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as waves of pleasure roll through me. He doesn't stop, licking and stroking me through every pulse until I'm boneless and shaking.
He rises slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes blazing. "Good girl," he murmurs, kissing me deep so I can taste myself on his tongue. His hands are everywhere, mapping my curves like he's memorizing me. He lifts me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the couch and lays me down.
I watch, heart racing, as he strips off his shirt. His chest is all hard muscle and faint scars, abs flexing as he shoves his jeans and boxers down. His cock springs free, thick and heavy, the head already glistening. I reach for him, wrapping my fingers around the length, stroking slowly.
"Fuck, your hand feels good," he groans. "But I need to be inside you."
He settles between my thighs, one hand bracing beside my head. The blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance, teasing. "Tell me you want this, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck you."
"I want you," I breathe, lifting my hips. "Please, Banks. I need you."
He pushes in with one slow, deep thrust, stretching me wide. The fullness is overwhelming, perfect. We both moan at the same time. He stills for a second, buried to the hilt, letting me adjust.
"So tight," he rasps, voice strained. "So fucking perfect. This pussy’s gripping me like it was made for my cock."
He starts moving, slow at first, then harder, each thrust hitting that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes. I cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, meeting every stroke. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the cabin, mixed with our ragged breaths and my soft cries.
"Harder," I beg, heels digging into his lower back.
He gives me what I want, pounding into me with deep, powerful strokes. "That's it, take it all. Take every inch like the good girl you are. I want to feel you come around me."
His hand slips between us, thumb circling my clit in tight, perfect circles. The pressure builds fast, coiling tighter and tighter until I shatter again, clenching around him as pleasure rips through me.
Banks curses, hips stuttering. "Fuck, Anniston. You're squeezing me so good. I'm going to fill you up."
He thrusts deep one last time and comes with a low groan, body shuddering against mine. I feel the hot pulse of him inside me, and it sends little aftershocks through my body.
We stay locked together, breathing hard. He presses soft kisses to my neck, my jaw, my lips, the roughness from earlier melting into something tender. His weight is heavy and perfect above me, grounding me in the best way.
"Two hours," he murmurs against my skin, a hint of that grumpy edge returning even as his hand strokes my side. "Two hours of fighting it, and all I wanted was this. You."
I smile, running my fingers through his hair. "I'm really glad you stopped fighting it."
He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. We stay like that for a long time, tangled and warm, the danger outside the cabin feeling miles away for the first time since this all started.
But I know tomorrow will bring new risks, new leads, new reasons to keep running. Right now, though, with Banks still inside me and his arms wrapped tight around my body, all I feel is safe and wanted and utterly satisfied.