Chapters (37)
- Title Page
- Table of Contents
- Dedication
- About This Book
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Epilogue
- About the Author
- Excerpt The Tangle of Awful
My fingers dig into her flesh as I use her small body to fuck my starved cock. So easily I pull her up and down over my shaft, drawing out unimaginable pleasure as her tight body grips mine. Her perky tits bounce and jiggle with each crazed movement. I angle her back some so I can make sure to hit her G-spot with each well-timed thrust. I know I’ve hit my mark when her back arches and her face tilts toward the ceiling. A howl of need pierces the air. I’m not sure if it’s hers or mine or the combined sound of this furious lovemaking. All I know is her body is shuddering like she’s possessed and her pussy squirts the hottest, sexiest juices all over my throbbing dick.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” I chant before burning my face into her neck. “Fuck, you’re mine.”
I bite her neck, desperate to chase that statement with something permanent. Something I can see long after this moment is gone. My teeth bruise her flesh and when I taste the tang of blood, I fear I’ve gone too far.
But then she’s coming again, sobbing and clawing at me, coming so hard I nearly drop her.
This girl is my world.
My air and purpose and sustenance.
My everything.
A flash of white-hot pleasure seizes me. My balls tighten and then I’m unloading into her still seizing body. I continue to fuck her like I’m a goddamn feral animal, eager to fill her up with every goddamn drop.
I want her permanently mine.
Pregnant with my children. One after the other.
If I could, I’d stay buried in her forever.
She goes limp in my arms, exhausted from our bodies reuniting in such a desperate way. I hold her close to me, careful not to dislodge my cock from inside her, and carry her over to the sofa. Keeping her tight against me, I sit down and arrange her legs so she’s straddling me. My dick might be half hard and spent, but it still fits nicely inside her, plugging my seed inside her.
“My sweet, perfect girl,” I croon, stroking my fingers down her back and then back up again. “How are you so goddamn perfect?”
She snuggles against me and I can feel her smile against my skin. “You make me happy, Callum.”
I curl my palms around the cleft of her ass and let my fingers tease at the way her pussy lips stretch to accommodate my fat dick. Cum and her own arousal are leaking out wherever it can escape. We’re so fucking messy and I love it.
Her soft, rhythmic breathing lulls me to sleep where I dream of many lifetimes of us locked together just like this.