Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
He growls, his hips snapping harder, driving into me. My orgasm starts to crest again, but it’s even tighter this time. Wilder. So intense I’m a little afraid of what’s going to happen next.
He must feel it, too, this tsunami of pleasure rising inside me. His breath starts to come in ragged gasps, his thrusts growing more erratic.
“Yes, let go. Let go and come on my cock, baby. Come on me, come for me,” he growls, his hand sliding between us until his thumb presses against my clit.
I cry out, my body tightening around him as my inner walls begin to clutch and spasm. He groans, his hips slamming forward one last time as he follows me over the edge. He buries himself deep, his cock throbbing inside me as he empties himself into where I’m coming so hard, I know I must be milking every drop, just like he told me he wanted.
And thank God for IUDs because my man comes in the same “over the top” way he does everything else.
I honestly don’t know if a condom could have contained him.
By the time he’s done, his release is leaking out of me to flood the mattress, and I’m silently congratulating myself on buying that extra set of sheets. We’re definitely going to need them.
Finally, we collapse together, catching our breath as the last waves of bliss throb between us. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close, and I feel a sense of peace that I’ve never felt after sex before.
Especially not sex as sticky as this.
“Tell me this pussy is mine to worship? Just mine?” he asks, squeezing my hip. “At least for now? Because at the moment, I can’t handle the thought of any other man coming inside you.”
“No other man ever has,” I say, a shy smile curving my lips as he pulls back, gazing down at me with surprise. “I never wanted to without a condom before. But tonight… With you…”
“Fuck, woman,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening. “Keep talking like that, and you’re going to have me hard again in ten seconds.”
I bite my lip as I trace patterns on his lightly sweaty back. “Oh no,” I whisper. “Hard again? That would be terrible.”
“It would be,” he agrees, playing along with a half-smile that’s unbearably sexy. “Especially if I’m hard and can’t fuck you. Because I can’t, Steph. Not until you tell me I’m the only one who gets to feel you like this, all bare and swollen and gushing on my cock.”
I exhale another whimper, that new sound he’s brought creeping up my throat on horny kitten feet. “My pussy is a Tank only zone, Grunty. For the foreseeable future.”
“Yes. Just me, just us,” he says, rolling his hips, making me gasp as I feel him getting harder, longer…
“Just us. I loved feeling you fill me up,” I whisper, my heart skipping a beat at the way his eyes flare in response. “Pumping so hard until you came deep inside me with nothing between us.”
It’s clearly exactly what he wanted to hear.
Which is good, because it’s true.
I did love it. I love everything about being with him, and I can’t wait to do everything we just did again.
And again and again…
CHAPTER 12
TANK
The morning light filters through the blinds, casting soft streaks across the room. I blink awake, my body still heavy with sleep, but my mind already humming.
Buzzing.
Making plans.
You should go get her breakfast. Start that spoiling you were planning yesterday. Some healthy hippie shit. Show her you know what she likes.
Before I can agree that that’s a great idea, my cock pipes up, Or we could give her something else we know she likes, first. Like, say…half a dozen orgasms? Look at her, man. Seriously. Look at that gorgeous fucking woman. Right now.
I shift to the left, glancing down.
Steph’s curled up against me, her body heat seeping into my side, her breath steady and slow. Her braids trail across the pillow, her lips are slightly parted, and her golden-brown skin is practically glowing in the early morning light.
My dick is right, she’s beautiful. Stunning.
A sexy little angel.
But I’ve been around the block enough to know that a decent man always listens to his heart before his hard-on.
There will be time to worship her body after I’ve brought her one of those chia smoothie bowls she loves. The kind with the dragon fruit and granola and little curls of freshly grated coconut. Truth be told, she’s kind of got me hooked on the damned things, too. Though I’ll never crave a peanut butter acai with extra protein powder as much as I crave her tight body.
I start to slide out of bed, but the second my skin draws away from hers, she stirs. Her arm tightens around me with a soft moan of protest. I freeze, but after a beat, it becomes clear that she’s still asleep.