8. Eden #2
“Oh my God.” I can’t hear myself, but I know I must be loud.
He doesn’t slow down. If anything, he goes even harder, sucking my clit just the way I like it until my hips buck off the mattress.
I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything except ride the tidal wave ripping through my body.
I go rigid, shuddering as an orgasm tears right through me, and Bones never lets up, licking and sucking every last aftershock until I collapse back to earth, gasping for air.
He comes up for air with my juices all over his mouth and a look in his eyes that could scorch concrete.
“That’s my good girl,” he rasps. “Goddamn, you taste like fucking heaven.”
I don’t get a chance to recover. Bones is up and over me, braced on his thick arms, his mouth slick and hungry. My body is a bundle of exposed nerves, nothing but desperate need and pure want.
“Bones,” I gasp, nails digging into his inked shoulders. My brain officially checks out, and all I can think about is taking every single inch of him.
He doesn’t play coy. No teasing. No mercy. He lines up at my entrance, and my heart nearly stops. His cock drags through my folds, hot and huge and leaking. There’s no way he’ll fit without splitting me in half, but I don’t care. I want all of him.
The second he pushes inside, my breath freezes in my throat.
He’s so damn thick. My pussy clenches around the fat head, grabbing at him, desperate for more.
Bones groans like a dying man, then presses deeper, inch by devastating inch.
The stretch is intense, almost too much, but I love it. Holy hell, I love it.
“Jesus Christ, Eden,” he rasps, voice shredded. “You’re so goddamn tight. Squeeze me so good.” He fists the sheet by my head, shaking as he forces more of himself inside.
“Don’t stop,” I order, desperate for it. “I need you, Bones. All of you. Move.”
That’s all it takes to snap his control. He bottoms out and I feel every vein, every pulse, every raw inch of his huge cock. I tip my head back and cry out his name.
He starts with slow, shallow thrusts, like he’s trying to be merciful. It’s not working. My body’s greedy. I clench around him and drag my nails down his back. “Holy fuck, Bones. Don’t stop. Harder.”
He bares his teeth and slams into me, bottoming out again, making me see actual, literal fireworks. “Yeah, sweetheart? You want more? You got it.”
I’m not sure what part of him I love more—the filthy, possessive, dirty talk, or the way he absolutely fucks me into the mattress. Both, probably.
Bones growls, and suddenly, he’s flipping me onto my stomach so I’m face-down in the pillow. My hips get jacked up, ass in the air. I barely have a second to gasp before that monster is splitting me open from behind, pounding into me with enough force to make the bed creak.
He fists my hair and yanks my head back hard. Damn. I had no idea I was into hair pulling. The animalistic sound Bones lets out sends a hot rush straight to my clit. Jesus H, this man freaking owns me. Heart and soul. I love it.
“Look at you.” Bones leans over me, his voice rough against my overheated skin. “Taking me so deep. Goddamn, you’re perfect.”
He tugs my hair again, guiding my face up so my cheek presses to the cool sheets. The stretch burns, but it just sends another lightning strike of need through my whole body. I’m panting, desperate, right on the edge of losing my mind.
With every brutal thrust, Bones hits a spot so deep inside me, I swear I might actually pass out from how good it feels. My hips buck back, meeting him stroke for stroke. There’s nothing in the world except his huge cock slamming into me and his hands using me just how he wants.
There’s not a single inch of me he doesn’t own right now.
His mouth finds my ear. “You gonna come for me again, Eden?”
I try to answer, but all that comes out is a helpless noise. He laughs and jerks my hips even higher, spreading me so wide it’s almost obscene.
“You can take it. I know you can.” His hand slides under my belly, finding my clit. When his thick fingers circle it, rough and perfect, I lose my what’s left of my mind.
My whole body goes tight. I swear I almost black out from the white-hot rush crashing through me. I can’t even breathe, just hang there between heaven and oblivion while the room spins and my body explodes. Bones owns me. Completely. I’m helpless, shaking, barely conscious.
The aftershocks slam through me. His cock is still buried deep, pulsing inside, and I swear every thrust punches another little moan out of my lungs.
I gasp his name. My voice isn’t even my own anymore.
He doesn’t slow down. If anything, he pounds into me harder, making the whole damn bed creak.
A few rough pumps and he loses his rhythm, slamming into me with pure need.
Then he comes. Hard. I feel every hot, deep pulse as he buries himself to the balls, holding me locked tight while his body shudders over mine.
For a minute, there’s nothing except heavy breathing and the wild thump of my heart. My face is mashed into the pillow, hair tangled, mascara probably halfway down my cheeks. I’m totally wrecked, but I’ve never felt so alive.
After a second, Bones somehow manages to roll us so I’m sprawled across his chest. His heartbeat pounds against my skin like a drum. For a second, I’m too warm and melted to move.
He wraps those huge arms around me and mutters, “Fucking perfect.” His hand strokes my back, soothing and possessive.
I lose track of time. Could be minutes, could be hours. Bones’s arm is an iron band across my back, pinning me to his chest. The sheets are twisted around us, sweaty and tangled, but I’ve never felt so anchored in my whole damn life.
He shifts, rolling me onto my back, and props himself on his elbow to just look at me.
His gaze is heavy, but not in the way I expect. He studies my face, my mouth, the way my chest rises with each breath. He lightly rubs his thumb over my jaw, the shell of my ear, and the curve of my shoulder like he can’t decide which part he likes best.
“You okay?” His voice is rough, but there’s a sweetness under it.
I blink, startled. “Yeah. More than okay.”
“Good,” he says. His thumb traces my lower lip, and I feel it everywhere at once.
He leans in and kisses me, slow this time, like we have forever. His stubble scrapes my chin, and I shiver. When his mouth leaves mine, it finds a spot on my neck and lingers there, breathing me in. Before long, I drift off to sleep against his side.