Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79039 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I hum, suddenly realizing just how much I’ve been craving his touch.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Harper. You’re drenched. You’ve been aching for me as much as I have for you, haven’t you, baby?”
“God, yes,” I admit. The words come out more like a moan when his firm fingers tunnel inside of me, curling and stretching me. Hunter begins fucking me with them, going slow and deep—to the point that it’s almost painful, but feels fantastic at the same time. My entire body starts trembling as he continues pumping his fingers inside of my tight channel. My hips rock against him, needing everything he’s giving me and more.
“Push your shirt up, baby. I want to see your tits as I work your body,” he orders, right before he starts sucking on my clit. His fingers don’t stop either. Hunter seems to have an innate ability to know exactly when to curl his fingers inside of me to make my entire body feel as if it is flooded with electricity.
He’s driving me past the point of no return. I don’t think about what I’m doing. I just don’t want him to stop. When he asks me to play with my nipples, I do it without question. The sounds of him thrusting his fingers inside my wet sex echo around us. My body feels as if it’s being stretched, and I can feel my orgasm building. I press the back of my head deeper into my pillow, as my hips arc up, craving more of what Hunter is giving me. I try to keep my gaze locked on his, but the pleasure overpowers me.
“Baby,” I gasp, losing it.
“Let go, Harper. Let go,” he urges. “I’m here to catch you.”
I cry out as I tumble over the edge. Hunter’s lips crash down on mine, swallowing the sound. I hold onto him, my nails biting into his skin, tasting myself on his tongue and sinking deeper and deeper into my hunger for this man. Hunter rolls over on his side, a sweet grin on his face, his eyes sparkling, and a breathtaking—really satisfied—smile on his lips.
“Fuck, Harper,” he purrs.
I reach between us, flattening my hand against his stomach, biting my lip as I realize just how heated his skin is. I slide it down, maneuvering until I can wrap my hand around his cock.
“I think it’s your turn,” I murmur.
Somehow his grin deepens. I wouldn’t have thought it was possible, but seeing is definitely believing. “Have at it, baby, but warning when I come, it’s going to be inside you.”
I roll my lips together as I imagine him deep inside of me, filling me with his cum. It’s a good thing I’m lying down because just the thought of it makes my knees weak. “I don’t have any condoms here,” I respond, my voice hoarse and definitely betrays the desire I have to feel him inside me when he comes.
“I’m safe. I got tested weeks after you left my bed. I haven’t been with anyone since you, Harper. I haven’t wanted anyone else.”
“Hunter—”
“I don’t want anything between us,” he explains, making my heart skip a beat.
“I’m sorry. That can’t happen,” I tell him, regretfully.
“Baby, I swear—”
“I believe you, Hunter. It’s just I had some issues with my form of birth control and had to stop it. Since the fiasco with you, I decided to swear off men. I just didn’t see a reason to go back on it right now.”
“Ty would like a brother,” he purrs, making my heart skip a beat.
“I don’t …”
“I like the idea of filling you with my cum, staying buried inside of you until I’m sure my seed takes root. Your stomach stretched with our child.” His words should scare the hell out of me. I definitely shouldn’t feel a fresh wave of sticky, wetness sliding against my thighs, or the tingling that spreads through my body. “We haven’t had time to talk about our pasts, Harper. Let me just tell you right now, with my history, I wouldn’t want that with any other woman but you. You are it for me. I trust you completely. I trust my son with you. I trust you in ways I’ve never experienced before. I don’t worry that you have control over me. I relish it, because that means you’re in my life and that we’re building a future.”
“But we—”
I don’t get to finish my sentence, because there’s a pounding on my front door that’s so loud it makes me jump.
“What the hell?” Hunter growls, jackknifing out of the bed.
“Hunter,” I cry, trying to scurry off the bed. I grab his shirt and throw it over my head. I look up in time to see him cinching the drawstring to joggers while stalking out of the room. I chase after him, as he heads toward my living room.