Irresistible Bachelors: Books 1-5 by Landish, Lauren (classic literature books .TXT) 📗

I quiver in submission as he pins my knees to the bed and starts thrusting, long, hard, deep thrusts that pound into me like a sledgehammer, his flesh smacking up against mine.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

I dig my nails deep into Gavin’s back, holding on for dear life as he pounds me with unrestrained power. Fire blazes within my core as my cries come out in ragged gasps, my body feeling like it’s being swept away by a tidal wave of ecstasy. I can hardly take it, overwhelmed by the incredible force plowing into me, screaming out as the headboard bounces against the wall in time to his thrusts.

“Oh, God!” I yell as his balls slap up against my ass.

“You’re about to meet him,” Gavin promises me, somehow speeding up. He lifts my hips off the bed, giving him total control. Our hips crash into each other over and over again as Gavin’s breath quickens and the burning in my core becomes unbearable.

Smack.

Smack.

One. Two. Three. I can take no more.

Faintly, I hear Gavin cry out as I scream, stars shooting across my vision as he throws his head back. He pulls out, ripping his condom off and firing streams of seed on my chest and stomach, moaning and groaning with each squirt.

When it’s over, I lie there breathless, my mind blown, my limbs still shuddering from my second intense orgasm. I don’t think I’ll ever be the same again.

With his breathing labored and covered in sweat, Gavin slides from the bed and grabs a towel, cleaning me up. Then he collapses next to me, drawing me into his arms.

I lie there in his grasp, recovering. A silence settles over the room, and for a time, the only sounds are our pounding heartbeats and deep breaths.

But I’m beginning to feel uneasy. The fact that he’s not saying anything is starting to make me self-conscious, right when I’d let go of all that.

He looks down at me, droplets of sweat running down his face, and smiles.

It’s all I needed. I let out a relieved sigh, resting my head on his chest. Nothing else matters right now.Gavin

She’s so fucking beautiful.

Brianna’s soft snores fill the room as I hold her in my arms, a soft breast pressed against my side and her head on my chest. I’ve been up since dawn, unable to sleep, transfixed by the thing of beauty beside me.

I run my hand along her arm, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh as a ray of sunlight illuminates her features. She looks so sweet. So innocent. Innocent and vulnerable in a way that makes me want to protect her. I inhale deeply, taking in her feminine scent, and almost groan at the need that flows through me.

It’s not what I expected the morning after, even though I did have that lingering feeling this wouldn’t be the end. Now, I want her even more.

I need to get out of here, I tell myself. Clear my head so I can process. I’m sure I’ll be fine in a few hours.

I glance at the bedside clock and feel dismayed. I’ve got about an hour before I need to be on set.

I gently slide out of bed, carefully tucking a pillow under Bri’s head. She lets out a soft sigh as I let go, clenching the bedding and mumbling something softly. I freeze, waiting for her eyes to pop open, but they don’t.

Being as quiet as possible, I go about getting ready, taking a quick shower and shaving before getting dressed. My mind is on the previous night as I fix my cufflinks, gazing at my reflection in the mirror.

I can still feel her nails digging into my back, her lips parted, moaning and crying out my name with need as I plowed into her body with an unrelenting force. She was coming so hard on my dick that I thought it was about to be crushed by the powerful clenches of her pussy. But it only made me come just as hard.

My cock hardens in my pants as I remember those powerful sensations. Every touch, every moment was electric for us both. I could see it in her eyes. It was perfect, the way her body reacted to me, taking me in, holding me. Caressing me. It was so intense that I wanted to try for round two, but I knew she wouldn’t be able to handle it. Not after that onslaught.

When I’m done fixing my shirt, I wipe down my face and return to the bedroom.

I stand there for a moment, gazing at Brianna, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. She’s rolled onto her back, the blanket half-covering her stomach. Once again, I’m impressed by how beautiful she is under the morning sun. Like some angel crafted by divine hands.

She snorts once and I tense, but her peaceful snoring resumes and I relax.

If she hasn’t woken up by now, she isn’t going to. But that’s a good thing. It makes it easier for me.

I walk over to the chair and gather my blazer and put it on with a smooth flourish. Then I make my way to the door, but I stop before I place my hand on the doorknob, turning back to gaze at her slumbering form.

I don’t know why it’s so fucking hard to just leave without waking her up and telling her where I’m going. I don’t owe her anything. I’ll be gone in a week. And there’s no reason to pretend that this will be anything other than what it was. A one-night stand. That’s all it will ever be. Two weeks from now, I’m going to be doing wind sprints and squats and downing protein shakes all day. By then, I’ll just be a faded memory in her mind, although hopefully, a pleasurable one.

Besides, she deserves better than an asshole like me. She needs to find a good man, someone who’ll be able to devote his life to her.