Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Fireworks. A good, long show of fireworks, explosive as a grand finale. Followed by many, many smaller bursts that pulsate through my entire body.
I’m limp, and thank god, he’s still holding me up, still fucking me, but now at a deep, slow pace. He keeps rocking into me as I gradually come down from my high.
Fuck, that was good. The best.
And it’s not over. I don’t think I have anything left in me right now, but the feel of Zane stroking in and out of me is wonderful nonetheless.
When I regain some strength, I reach under my body and between my legs to find his balls. I give them a gentle squeeze, and then open my hand so that they brush against my open palm each time he pumps into me.
He groans and only keeps at it for another minute or so before he pulls out. “Turn over.” His voice is different now, even rougher, tortured.
I flip onto my back and he stretches his length out above me. He finds my heat again, and pushes inside, his eyes briefly closing as he does.
Maybe it’s best I couldn’t see him directly before, because the sight of his gorgeous features is almost overwhelming. A cock like that, action like that, and this face? It’s almost too much.
Roughly, he tugs one of my bra’s cups down and wraps his lips around my nipple as his hips move over me. His teeth drag over my breast, his cocks pounds into me, and I cry out.
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters. His eyes are on mine, and then his features seize up in a twist of tortured ecstasy and his lids squeeze shut. His cock momentarily stills inside me, and then it starts to pulse. He thrusts, slow and deep, and I’m almost sad that there’s a barrier between us, because I want to be connected to him; I want to take everything he’s got to give in this powerful yet vulnerable moment.
I should close my eyes because my thoughts aren’t making any sense, but I can’t stop staring at him as he shudders in his final throes. This is another moment I’m going to be remembering for a long, long time.
What a man.
With my history, I don’t usually have much good to say about men, but this man? Fuuuck. This man is magical.
4
BRITTANY
I don’t invite men to stay over. Some of them take a hint, others need to be told.
But when Zane rolls onto his back next to me, slides his arm under my shoulders and pulls me close, I can’t be bothered to ask him to leave.
I’ve been so well fucked, he could probably get up and start carrying out my TV, and I might not have the energy to protest. So if he wants to hold me while I fall asleep, I’ll make an exception to my usual boundaries.
Besides, I’m surprisingly comfortable nestled in his big, strong arms, and for some reason, I’m only just now noticing how good his skin smells. So crisp and clean, despite the workout he just had.
His thumb strokes gently back and forth over my arm, and as my consciousness fades, I wonder how someone so strong could also be so tender.
In the morning, I wake up feeling incredibly well rested and just as content as I was while falling asleep.
In a different world, I might have enjoyed sleeping with a man on a regular basis. It definitely has its appeal. I’d forgotten how warm their bodies can be, and how safe it feels, even if the safety is an illusion.
I’d also forgotten about morning wood.
Zane put his underwear back on at some point, and currently, there’s a big tent pitched under the light gray cotton.
I’m tempted to have sex with him again, and the idea makes me uneasy. I shouldn’t have let him spend the night. I’ve fallen for way too many guys based on how well they used their dicks, and every single one of them turned out to be a dick themselves. But none of them used their tools as well as Zane did last night.
Then I remember that he’s from Charlotte. I won’t have to worry about running into him again. I can enjoy him without worrying that I’ll do something stupid, like see him again and get to know him better.
There are reasons I keep my hookups meaningless.
All I want from men is for them to occasionally scratch my itch, and I was so thoroughly satisfied last night that I should be good for quite some time … so why is the outline of Zane’s stiff cock turning me on again?
That’s a dumb question that literally answers itself.
A good-morning blow job would be a nice way to thank him for fucking me so well.
His breathing is still steady and slow when I slide out of his embrace and shift on the bed.