Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
I throw my head back, crying out.
"You like that, huh?"
"Do it again."
He does it again, hitting that same spot.
Oh, yes. I definitely like that.
I lift up slightly and drop down, trying to find that spot for myself. When that doesn't work, I roll my hips. Another blast of pleasure shoots through me, and I sob.
"Chase it, Ireland," he croons.
I do, lifting and dropping and rolling my hips first one way and then another. It all feels amazing, but when his cock hits that magical spot, it transcends amazing, landing in an entirely different dimension altogether.
He moves with me, helping to lift and drop me, rocking his hips into mine. He moves me faster and drops me harder, fucking me deeper. I feel like I'm flying as bolt after bolt of intense pleasure stabs into me, turning me into a stuttering, sobbing mess.
"Look at you," he groans, his eyes at half-mast as he watches me ride him. "You're taking my cock like you were made to take it, Ireland."
"I was," I gasp. "It's mine, Crue."
"Fuck." He rolls us suddenly, flipping me to my back beneath him. "Say that again."
"Your cock belongs to me," I say, writhing beneath him. I drag my eyes open, forcing myself to focus on him. "Y-you belong to me."
His eyes flare bright, some powerful emotion I can't name running through them.
"Fuck yeah, I am," he growls, dragging my leg up over his hip. His mouth slants down on mine, swallowing my cry as he begins to move. Crue has always been powerful. He's a trained dancer. But he fucks like a storm, his hips crashing into mine again and again.
I throw my head back, shouting his name into the room and clawing his back. It feels so good. So freaking good. If we can choose how we die, I want to go just like this, with this man fucking me out of this dimension right straight into heaven.
"That's it, baby," he growls, leaving love bites all over my breasts. "Scream the fucking roof down while I'm breeding this tight little cunt. Make sure everyone knows who's fucking you."
"Crue!" I shout. "Crue gets to fuck me."
He roars my name, yanking my leg up higher. The change of angle has the head of his cock gliding against that magical spot with every deep thrust. I scratch and claw and bite, going wild beneath him as pleasure builds on pleasure, threatening to turn me inside out.
"Come on my cock so I can plant my baby in you, Éire," he growls in my ear. "I'm not pulling out until you're pregnant."
My inner muscles clench around him.
"Come." He bites my shoulder, sending me screaming over the edge.
I drag my nails down his back as the entire world explodes around me. My heart stops beating. My lungs cease to function. For a long moment, everything is black. And then he roars my name, and the world comes screaming back into focus. He pumps into me and goes still, his cock jerking as he comes in hard spurts.
I shake and sob as each one fills me, prolonging my own orgasm.
True to his word, when he finishes, he doesn't pull out. He rolls us, so I'm on top of him, his cock still inside me, and wraps his arms around me.
"Jesus, Ireland," he breathes, panting for breath. "Jesus."
"Agreed," I whisper.
He chuckles, leaning down to press his lips to the top of my head.
Naturally, the movement pushes him a little deeper inside me. My inner muscles clench around him. We both groan.
"Settle down," he mutters. "You aren't ready for round two yet. You need to rest."
"Rest?" I raise my head to look at him. "I can't sleep like this, Crue!"
"You can."
"You're still inside me," I hiss…as if he's forgotten.
"I'm aware." He smirks, one of those lazy, devilish smirks that drive me wild. I swear, I know exactly why half the world is crazy about him. It's that freaking smirk. It's a deadly weapon. "I intend to sleep like this every goddamn night until you're pregnant. Get used to it."
"You aren't serious."
"Oh?" He quirks a brow. "I watched you scooping my cum up and pushing it into your little hole this morning, Ireland. We both know you were thinking about it then. I'm just giving you what we both know you want."
"I…you…I…" I splutter, my cheeks turning pink. He's right. I was thinking about it this morning. "I wasn't trying to trick you," I whisper. "I'm sorry if it felt that way. I just got caught up in the moment."
He throws his head back, laughing loudly.
"Why are you laughing?" I cry.
"I've got my dick in you, refusing to take it out until you're pregnant. You think I wasn't thinking the same damn thing this morning?" he asks. "Believe me, baby, I'm not mad. I thought it was sexy as hell."