Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 145038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Resist. Resist. I draw back, just to plant a glare on him. And catch my breath. “Guess I’m spending life in prison.”
“Yeah?” He fists his cock.
“Yeah,” I nod.
“Why’s that?”
“Because,” I say, “loving you is a crime I’ll keep committing.” His gaze tears through mine, as if barreling to the core of me. “I don’t know how to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” he says in a single, husky breath. His tip teases against my pussy, and while our eyes are latched with deep-seated cravings, he lowers me onto him, bucking his waist upward—plunging himself into me.
The fullness is a total body high, and I press my forehead to his shoulder and shudder against him. Wrapping my arms around Rocky, I cling. I want to be welded. Molded. Unable to be torn apart.
Instinct overwhelms me, and I grind forward on him. He grabs my hips in a vise, keeping me still.
“More,” I groan into his shoulder.
“Don’t fucking move,” he says meanly.
Giving in sounds boring, and I stubbornly attempt to climb off his lap, but his grip is steel. He won’t let me go. Good. Don’t. Never do.
The beat of my heart won’t slow. Not even when he unplugs the tub. Water begins to drain. He has a bunch of my hair again, but he won’t thrust up and create friction.
I glare. “You’re an edge monster.”
He laughs lowly. “Okay…I’ll do worse.” He sucks my pierced nipple again, and then slowly massages the other perked bud. I arch my back, letting him have me, because holy shit this feels incredible. Toe-curling sensations ripple down my limbs.
“Rocky,” I warn as I near a climax. My body trembles, and I try to fight off his hands, but he so easily responds in kind, teasing my nipple with his thumb. I’m a whimpering fucking mess against him.
The last layer of water slips into the drain. We’re in an empty tub, and I start sensing how wet I really am. He’s so fucking big, and without a condom, the heat of his cock ramps up pleasure and need.
He circles my hips on his shaft.
“Okayokayokay,” I cry, hoping it’ll ease the torment.
“Surrendering already?” he asks, amused, but he’s drawn his hand away from the sensitive spot.
I meet his eyes in a fiery challenge. “Never,” I say with ragged breath, but I bore my gaze into his.
He makes a low grunting noise in the back of his throat that I’m going to remember for the rest of my life.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he tells me.
Yes! my brain screams, but I try to remain reticent on the outside. “Okay, then do it.” Anticipation mounts in a heady wave.
His arms curve around me while I’m sitting on his cock. He fastens me against his chest with a possession that I’m ravenous for. He holds me like I belong to him.
And he begins fucking me with the same aggression. My breath hitches, and he keeps me utterly still while he thrusts upward. His tempo is so fast, so raw—like he can’t have me soon enough.
Tears pinch out of my eyes.
“Phoebe,” he groans against my ear.
“Rock—” I cry into his shoulder. I’m just holding on for dear life.
He’s clutching every inch of me in his grasp. He has all of me, and the way he works on me like my pleasure is his pleasure—like we are one—it sends me into a bliss like nothing before. How—how is sex with Rocky this amazing? Why did I wait so long to discover its true power?
Mind-numbing friction thieves oxygen and burns through me. Our lips skim, our breaths melding—the heat of an almost-kiss more intoxicating than the actual touch of one. So very quickly, I ascend to another plane. I’m lit up, and my body quakes as an orgasm bursts through my senses.
I muffle my cry in his neck.
He’s hugging me. Holding me. Loving me. Never letting go of me. The affection whirls around me like thick steam. The water he drained wasn’t even as hot as the sex our bodies just made.
He’s still…no condom…I pant as I come down. He pulls the wet strands of hair off my cheeks and kisses me soulfully deep. Then he carefully lifts me off him.
He’s so hard. He didn’t come. I didn’t think he would. Rocky’s control is impressive and usually to my benefit.
Last thing I want right now is a baby.
As he stands, while I stay knelt in the empty tub, I look up and see the hunger in his eyes. I see the ridges of his muscles along his torso. I see the veins bulging in his cock. My pussy throbs again.
He collects a fistful of my wet blue hair. Ohhh. Okay. Deep breaths. I’ve skirted around giving a blow job for literal months…Maybe skirted is the wrong word. It’s honestly just…never happened.
I’ve started believing Rocky doesn’t enjoy receiving head. Even though the idea of wrapping my lips around him has been slightly enticing, the only part I really crave is him clenching my hair.