Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“We’ll buy a new house,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
“Can we focus on fucking?” I didn’t understand how his brain could even function properly. “Like, how can you even…”
He chuckled huskily and gripped my hips. “Can you blame me for wanting you around the clock?”
Nice save. That was a good one. I felt special again. But in general, let’s not discuss the housing market when you’re balls deep in my ass. Which he officially was. Holy fuck, that burned so good. I let out a groan and wiggled carefully over him.
As if on cue, West took over. More than that, he stole my focus. His hands framed my face, and he made me look him in the eye. Noses almost touching. I swallowed and exhaled shakily.
His eyes were so fucking sexy, and I loved what the years were doing to him. I’d probably given him some of those grays—and hopefully some of those laugh lines too.
It’s you and me, papi.
“I love you so much, baby,” he murmured.
I swallowed again and nodded jerkily, unable to speak. But it was okay. West knew how to take care of me. He knew how to play me like a fucking fiddle—in the best ways—and before I knew it, my stomach flipped. I was on my back, and I had him towering over me, covering my body with his. He kissed me hungrily, grabbed hold of the headboard, and started fucking me.
He hit all the right spots, and pain and pleasure crashed down on me. I moaned into the kiss and locked my arms and legs around him.
“Oh fuck.” I gasped and screwed my eyes shut, and my fingernails disappeared into his shoulder blades the harder he fucked me.
He groaned and swept his tongue around mine in a seductive push and pull, and I choked on a moan as he ground his cock as deep as he could. But before long, it wasn’t enough. We both needed more, and the desperation clung in the heavy air around us. The moment he pulled out, I knew what was up. Papi needed it rough.
I scrambled onto all fours, and it was my turn to grab on to the headboard. And then he was taking me hard from behind, causing me to cry out and curse.
“There we go,” he breathed. He smacked my ass and punched his cock in and out of me, and fuck me sideways, that was the angle. I moaned uncontrollably and stroked myself, the pleasure spreading through me like wildfire.
It heated me up and made me flush.
“Just like that,” I moaned. “Fuck me, papi. Right there.”
He let out a rumbling sound of approval, and one of his hands roamed up and down my back, tracing my ink. Then down to my ass, where his fingers circled the sensitive edges of my opening.
I clenched down around him, and he cursed under his breath.
As the minutes ticked by, I felt my senses both heighten and shut down. One second, I felt everything, heard everything—every little sound—smelled the sex, tasted our urgency, and then…then it was all gone, and it was like being fucked unconscious underwater. The sounds were just a rush in my ears, and I barely registered our movements. I lost myself in the moment. I didn’t know where he ended and I began. I met every thrust, our groans mingled in the air, and our chase was on.
I didn’t know I was close until I was right there, about to be pushed off the cliff by his forceful thrusts. I whimpered and tensed up, and I stroked myself faster, spurred on by his filth.
“It’s time, baby boy. Make a mess all over the sheets. Papi’s gonna fill you up.”
“Fuck,” I gritted out. “I’m so close.”
He let out a labored breath and gripped my hips tighter.
A beat later, his fight was over, and he surrendered to his orgasm. That very first sound, when he sucked in a breath and cursed, and he buried himself all the way in—it pushed me over too. Euphoria washed over me, and come spurted from my cock.
His cock throbbed inside me, and I pushed back as hard as I could. My back arched, I cried out, and he bent over me until his forehead hit the dip between my shoulder blades. Lastly, he slipped a hand up my cock and rubbed in the come. His firm grip and the slickness triggered a violent shiver and one last burst of come.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
All of a sudden, I was panting and seeing black spots, and I realized I’d held my breath for too long.
“Wait here,” he said, out of breath. “Christ.”
He withdrew from me, and I winced as the soreness set in.
“Fuck,” I exhaled, burying my face in the pillow.
I swallowed dryly.
I wasn’t ready to return to the rest of the world. “Actual nap now?”