Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Harper
Bryson stands naked at the edge of the bed, the lamplight dappling his carved abs, bouncing across his muscular chest. Every part of him is tense, including his expression and especially his manhood.
He’s huge, looking somehow bigger than the last time I saw him, as if everything we’ve shared has added some thickness. His veins bulge and his helm seems to throb like his seed is readily trying to explode out of him.
How the hell am I going to take all of that? I remember how big his finger felt inside of me.
He leans down over me, groaning as he grabs my naked breasts and pushes them together. My nipples tingle as he sucks one and plays with the other. He snarls through the closeness of our flesh. I can read the meaning behind his snarl. It’s starvation as if he’s been waiting a long time for this. My nipples add to the pleasure writhing around inside of me, my sex still achy from the release when his finger pumped in and out.
“Every part of you tastes perfect,” he moans in my ear, then kisses my neck.
Holding himself up with one hand, he reaches down with the other, stroking the bulging, slick helm of his unbelievably massive cock up my thigh, leaving a warm trail of lust. When he comes to my sex, I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails into his naked back as though, without the grip, the force of what we’re going to do will send me hurtling someplace far away.
I can’t think of the implications. I can’t think of the wrongness.
Just the moment. Just us.
“You’re going to take every inch,” he growls in my ear.
It’s not a question.
“Every…”
His voice trails off when he arches his hips, just a little, enough for his helm to pry open my entrance.
I moan when I feel the kiss of nerves, the tingles dancing around my entrance, and the word no.
As in, no way can he fit, but he keeps moving his cock, so slowly, so tenderly, deeper and deeper inside of me. I feel myself tensing, wondering if I will have to tell him to stop and if it’s possible for me to do this.
Then he leans up, both hands planted on the silk sheets on either side of me, giving me a chance to study his face. I can tell he’s never been so enthralled or obsessed by the tightness in his jaw and the flaring of his eyes.
The word bounces around my head, and with each repetition, I feel my pussy loosening just a little and feel my body relaxing.
My core sings out in fiery lust, and Bryson’s lips twitch into a smirk. His eyes blaze even fiercer.
“You feel. So. Perfect.”
He groans as the light bounces off his sweat-flecked chest. Arching his back, he pushes in even more. I feel his shaft press against the walls of my pussy, feel him expand inside of me, filling me up—my heart as much as my body, my soul as much as my sex.
He stops, and I let out a moan.
“What’s… wrong?”
It’s hard to speak with the shaft of fire buried deep within me, the flames licking at my insides, coaxing at the embers of the pleasure from before when he was licking my clit and fingering me.
“Nothing,” he snarls. “Except… I told you. Every. Inch.”
I squeeze harder onto his side, his solid flesh, looking down between our bodies.
“You’re all the way?”
“All. The. Way.”
Before I can say anything else, he slides out, leaving a feeling of absence.
When he slams back into me, my pussy lets out a shock of pleasure, blasting through my body, scorching away the nerves and the uncertainty. He was right. My body, my core, wants this too badly for there to be any discomfort.
I’m not sure what to do, so I do my best to chase the pleasure and focus on his carnal moans, getting deeper and more urgent. I feel nothing except for his pounding dick, hear nothing except his moans, and see nothing except for the tight pleasure in his face and the light shimmering off his god-like body.
“Oh, fuck,” he growls, his gaze flitting to my breasts.
“Yeah?” I moan.
“The way your curvy body bounces for me.”
He drills into me harder, his cock making wet noises as he slips in and out, the bed whining beneath us as we move faster and faster. I thrust my hips in time with him, letting instinct guide me, and I’m rewarded with more hungry snarls from him. I don’t have to doubt or wonder as our bodies melt together. I don’t have to question if it’s the right thing. It’s undeniable. We were made to do this.
My sex sizzles with more and more ecstasy, his length pushing against a spot deep within. It feels so, so perfect each time his helm slams into that place, his giant shaft making me ache at the same moment.