Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
"You love me?" she chokes.
"So much I can't breathe through it," I whisper. "I don't give a fuck if we're moving at the speed of light. I don't want to slow down. I know what I want. She's standing in front of me."
"I love you too," she blurts.
"Christ," I groan, pulling her into my arms to take her mouth in a deep kiss. There's nothing slow or sweet about it. It's wild, all lips and tongue and desperation. She's in love with me. The woman of my dreams…actually loves me.
Thank God.
Thank you, God.
I back her up against the wall, my hands slipping beneath her shirt. I need her naked and on my cock, right fucking now. I'm not sure I'll be able to breathe until she's coming all over me again. I need it like I need oxygen.
"Wait," she whispers, trying to grab my hands. "I have to tell you something."
"You have until you're naked," I growl, ripping her shirt off over her head. Her bra goes next, removed at warp speed. I pause for a second—just long enough to draw one hard nipple into my mouth.
She moans, her hands tangling in my hair. "You don't have to buy the building for me. I talked to my dad. He's going to put in a bid for me."
"No need," I growl around her nipple before sucking hard enough to have her crying out my name. "It'll be your wedding present, sweetness. Your name will be the only one on the deed, that way you know it's always and only yours. I won't have a single thing to do with it."
"You…oh God," she groans when I rip her button free and yank her zipper down before immediately plunging my hand inside her pants, cupping her pussy in my palm. She's already so fucking wet and ready for me. "You don't have to do that."
I meet her gaze, my hand still against her sex. "I want to do it, Lilah. I have more money than I'll ever be able to spend. And I planned on buying this building in the first place. My plans for it may have changed, but the money is still there. Let me do this for you. I don't want it between us, festering like some wound that won't ever heal. This building matters to you."
"You matter more," she whispers. "That's why I called my dad. I didn't want to lose you because this place was standing between us. I'd always regret that, Lincoln."
I groan, kissing her hard and deep again. When she squirms against me, I flick her panties to the side, placing my thumb against her clit. I don't stop kissing her while I play with her, thrusting two fingers inside to fuck her with them, and then adding a third, just so she's stretched and full and ready for my cock.
She's coming all over my fingers in seconds, my name ringing out around us. I work her through it, determined to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her perfect body.
As soon as she goes limp, I yank her pants down, kneeling to help her step out of them. And then I throw one leg over my shoulder and feast on her. I can't help it. Her perfect pussy is right there in my face. I need a taste, won't survive without it.
She rides my face like a wild thing, her hands in my hair as she rocks her hips, using my lips and tongue to get her there again. When she falls this time, I'm so goddamn hard it hurts.
I'm on her in two seconds, pinning her to the wall while ripping through my pants to free my cock.
"I love you," I whisper against her lips, "so much that I'm about to imprint my cock in you so you never forget it, sweetness."
Her response gets lost as I lift her, slamming her down on my cock.
"Lincoln!" she screams, her head thumping against the wall.
"I missed you last night," I growl, my hands digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "I couldn't fucking sleep because I didn't have your taste in my mouth and your body tucked up against mine. I didn't have your juices dripping down my balls or your nails in my skin." I nip her throat, slamming her down on me again and again. She bounces with every thrust, moaning my name and clawing at my shoulders. "I'm going to fuck you like this every damn day for the rest of my life if you marry me."
"Yes!" she shouts, and I'm not sure if she's saying yes to marrying me or yes to the idea of fucking me like this every day forever, but she isn't saying no, and right now, that's all that matters.
I fuck her until my legs feel like they're going to give out. Until all I feel is her and the way she clenches around me. She's perfect, so goddamn perfect.