Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
The walk back to our house is short, but the air between us feels charged. Poe’s hand stays on my lower back, guiding me. The second the door closes behind us, he turns me to face him, eyes dark and concerned.
“You okay?” he asks, thumb brushing my cheek. “You drank a lot.”
I lean into his touch, the wine making me bold. “I don’t want to think anymore, Poe. I just want to feel good. I want you to make me feel good.”
His eyes darken instantly. He cups my face with both hands and kisses me, deep and claiming. I moan into his mouth, hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him closer.
He breaks the kiss only long enough to lift me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me upstairs to his room. He lays me down on the bed gently, but his eyes burn with hunger.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” he says, voice low and rough. “Tell me how you want me to take care of you tonight.”
I look up at him, the wine making everything hazy and perfect. “I want you in charge. I want you to fuck me until I can’t think about anything else. Make me forget everything but you.”
Poe groans, the sound low and filthy. “That’s my girl. You want me to take control? You want me to wreck you?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
He strips me slowly, peeling off my clothes until I’m bare beneath him. His hands roam over my body, possessive and sure. He kisses me again, deep and demanding, while his fingers slide between my legs, finding me already wet and ready.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my mouth. “This pussy’s dripping for me already. You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?”
I nod, hips rolling up into his touch. “Yes. I want you so bad.”
He slides two fingers inside me, curling them just right. “That’s it. Let me feel how much you need me. You’re going to be a good girl and come for me first. Then I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
He works me with his fingers, thumb circling my clit, until I’m writhing beneath him, moaning his name. The orgasm hits me fast and hard. I cry out, clenching around his fingers as pleasure crashes over me.
Poe doesn’t stop. He keeps stroking me through it, drawing it out until I’m shaking.
Then he flips me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up so I’m on my knees. He spreads my thighs wider and leans in, dragging his tongue through my wetness from behind.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs. “Tastes so fucking good. I’m going to eat you until you come again, then I am going to fuck you deep and hard just like you asked.”
I moan into the pillow, pushing back against his mouth. He licks and sucks, tongue fucking into me while his fingers rub my clit. Another orgasm builds fast, and I come with a broken cry, trembling under his mouth.
Poe rises behind me, gripping my hips. He lines himself up and pushes in with one long thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groans. “So tight and wet. This pussy was made for my cock. You feel so good, baby. So perfect.” He starts moving, slow at first, letting me feel every inch. Then he picks up speed, fucking me harder, deeper, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
“Tell me how it feels,” he demands, voice rough. “Tell me how much you love my cock inside you.”
“I love it,” I gasp. “So deep. So good. Don’t stop.”
He slams into me harder, one hand sliding around to rub my clit. “That’s my good girl. Take my cock. Take every inch. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow. You’re going to be sore and dripping with me.”
The dirty words push me over the edge again. I come hard, crying out his name, walls clenching around him.
Poe groans loud, hips stuttering. “Fuck, I can feel you coming. So tight. I’m close, baby. Where do you want me?”
“Inside me,” I moan. “Fill me up. Please.”
He buries himself deep and comes with a broken groan, pulsing inside me, filling me with heat. He keeps thrusting through it, drawing out both our pleasure until we’re both shaking.
We collapse together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Poe pulls me into his arms, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips.
“You’re incredible,” he whispers. “I’ve got you. I’ll always take care of you when you need it.”
I curl into his chest, the wine and the orgasms making me sleepy and content. For the first time in a long time, I let myself just feel.
No thinking.
Just him.
TWENTY-FIVE
POE
The house is quiet except for the soft, even rhythm of Orchid’s breathing beside me. She’s curled on her side, one arm tucked under the pillow, dark hair spilled across the white sheets like ink on paper. The sheet has slipped down to her waist, leaving the smooth curve of her bare back exposed to the cool night air. Moonlight filters through the blinds in thin silver bars, painting stripes across her skin. She looks peaceful. Almost fragile.