Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
From the first moment I caught sight of Poppy, I knew she was different. There’s something about her that attracts me like a magnet.
“Mason?”
Her soft voice cuts through the chaotic whirl of my thoughts.
My gaze jerks, fastening onto her. She’s still spread open. Only now, she’s soft and swollen from her orgasm.
More blood rushes to my cock, making it impossible to think straight.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
“I don’t have a condom,” I ground out. It’s so tempting to wrap my hand around my cock and squeeze the tip to relieve some of the pressure. Otherwise, I’m half afraid the damn thing might blow off. I can be one of those horrific stories you see on Sex Sent Me to the ER.
“There’s one in my purse.” She points to the little pink bag lying haphazardly on the floor ten feet from the counter.
Funny…I didn’t even notice she dropped the thing when I hauled her against me. Three long-legged strides are all it takes to reach the bag. With a glance speared in her direction, I hold it out.
“It should be in the side pocket.”
For a second, our gazes stay locked. If there’s one thing I’ve never done before, it’s rummage around in a woman’s purse. When I remain still, unsure what to do, she arches a brow. I blow out a steady breath before cautiously opening the flap and peeking inside. It’s like getting a glimpse behind the curtain.
Just like she claimed, there’s a foil packet tucked in the side pocket. I pull it free with my fingers. Instead of dropping the bag to the concrete, I toss it beside her as I return to the counter.
Once I’ve ripped into the square package with my teeth, I take out the lubricated rubber. Trust me, it’s not needed. I’m so jacked up that I don’t even bother to shed my jeans or boxers. Instead, I grip the waistband of my underwear and jerk it down so my dick can spring free. In one swift movement, I sheath my erection in latex and glance at her again. Excitement rushes through my veins before crashing over me, threatening to suck me under.
Already I know this won’t take long.
That I won’t last long.
How could I when I’ve never been this turned on in my life?
Just to be clear, I’ve had my fair share of women over the years and not once have I ever felt this kind of burning need to fuck. It’s like a red haze has fallen over me, making it impossible to think straight.
I glance at her face, only to find her blue gaze pinned to my erection. She whimpers as her legs widen in silent invitation. If I was looking for a signal to proceed, I have it.
One quick step forward brings me close enough to line up the head of my cock with her slick entrance. For a fleeting second, I savor the harsh need pumping through me, making me feel more alive than I have in a long time. It wouldn’t take much for this to become addictive.
For her to become addictive.
It’s strange to have all this riotous emotion rampaging through me when I’ve done my damnedest to dull everything inside. All the grief and heartache from my parents’ deaths and then the disappointment of dropping out of college and being forced to give up the sport I loved in order to raise my younger brother. I ignored the crushing weight, refusing to dwell on the emotions that came along with it. The bitterness of giving up my own dreams to help Hunter attain his...and then the grief when he cut me out of his life with the precision of a scalpel.
There’ve been rare bits and pieces of goodness along the way, but I’ve never allowed myself to feel that either. It didn’t take long to realize that you can’t have one without the other. It’s just easier to get through life when you’re operating on autopilot, numb to the world around you.
I have no idea why all these emotions are trying to claw their way to the surface when I’m on the cusp of fucking this girl, but that’s exactly what’s happening. And there doesn’t seem to be a way to force them down again.
For better or worse, they’re out there, floating around in the atmosphere.
Even though I’ve only buried myself an inch or two inside her tight heat, it’s more than enough for pleasure to suffuse every cell of my being. I don’t think I’ve felt this alive in years. It’s as frightening as it is invigorating. Part of me wants to shy away and retreat to the relative safety of the darkness, while the other wants to run toward it with open arms.
I’m unsure which instinct will win out.
All I know is that I need to fuck this girl into oblivion.