Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
I had to give it a try.
We came home after work, entering the empty house we both shared. She was staying with me temporarily—at least, that’s what she thought. I had very different plans for our arrangement.
She slipped off her heels by the door—as always.
I’d come to love her little habits, the things she did without even realizing it. I loved the way she brushed her teeth at night before bed. I loved the way she ran her fingers through her wet hair just before she dried it. I loved the fact that she looked just as beautiful without makeup as she did when she got dressed up.
And I loved the way she looked wearing that ring. The black diamond looked perfect against her pale skin. I loved officially claiming her, making her mine forever. Now that I’d seen her wear that ring of commitment, there was no way I could let her go.
The second we were alone together behind locked doors, I wanted to do the thing I loved most. I wanted her on her back, her thighs spread and her ankles locked together around my waist. I pressed her into the wall and kissed her, the exact place where I fucked her the other day. My hands moved to the wall and boxed her in, making sure my prey couldn’t escape.
She clearly didn’t want to run. She melted at my touch right on cue, her hands moving to my powerful arms. The quiet sounds she made when she kissed me were sexy. I didn’t need to stick my fingers in her pussy to know she was wet for me.
I knew I should head to the gym after work and get back to a routine, but I didn’t want to leave Rome alone. In fact, I didn’t want to leave her at all. I wanted to fuck her all day and all night. My woman was back in my life, and I didn’t want to waste a moment doing something else when I could be buried inside her.
I picked her up and carried her upstairs to my bedroom on the third floor. I placed her on the bed gently then began to peel her clothes away. That afternoon, I just lifted up her dress and rammed my cock inside her. But now I wanted to take my time, get her naked so I could truly enjoy her.
When she was naked on the bed, I considered her perfect figure. She had nice tits, a tiny waist, and flawless skin. The demon inside me wanted to smack my palm against the delicate flesh and mark it red. The arousal flooded through me at the thought, and I was gripped by the memory of a leather belt in my hand. But I pushed it away and concentrated on the sensual sex I was about to have.
I undressed myself, taking my time to torture her. I slowly worked my tie and loosened it around my neck.
She squirmed on the bed, licking her lips with arousal burning in her eyes.
I dropped my tie on her stomach then undid each button of my shirt, slowly revealing my chiseled physique.
“Come on…”
Nothing sexier than watching a woman beg. “Touch yourself while you wait.”
She moved her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit in a circular motion. At the first touch, her breathing hitched. She arched her back as her thighs fell away, her breathing increasing noticeably.
I got to the last button, my cock hard as steel in my slacks. I watched her hand rub that little nub and excite herself even more. She was touching herself to me, getting off to me stripping. I moved to my pants next, forcing myself to go slow even though I wanted to get naked as quickly as possible.
She parted her lips when she moaned, her hand working harder against her clit. Her chest blushed a beautiful pink color, and her nipples hardened to the edge of knives.
I undid my slacks quickly and pushed them down along with my boxers, unable to maintain my slow pace. I kicked off my shoes and didn’t bother with the socks. “You’re so goddamn sexy, sweetheart.” I crawled on top of her and placed her feet against my chest, pinning her underneath me so there was nowhere for her to go.
She gripped my hips and pulled me into her, just as anxious for me as I was for her.
I loved the way she looked in that moment, so desperate to have me. Her obsession matched my own. This woman was my driving force for everything. She was my whole world, my whole universe. And I knew she felt the same way about me.
I sank into her, slowly giving her every inch until she had all of me.
“Oh god…” Her hands snaked to my biceps, her favorite muscle to grab on to.