Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“I could watch you like this all day.” He fondles my breasts with his other hand, rolling his thumb around my nipples before flicking and twisting them and driving me insane. His dark, knowing laughter blends with my moans. “Fucking gorgeous. So hot. Let me see you come, baby.”
I was already close, but his words push me the rest of the way over the edge all at once. Suddenly, my insides are quaking, and the most mind-blowing waves of pleasure roll through me, but he won’t stop fucking me with his fingers, rubbing my clit with his thumb, coaxing another orgasm from me. Greedy for the sight and sound of me, and I don’t know if I’m coming again or if the first one never ended, but my back arches, and a cry of sheer relief fills the room when bliss explodes again deep in my core.
I fall forward with palms on his shoulders, gasping for breath, dazed. “So wet,” he groans as he pulls himself from his shorts. “You soaked into my pants. Should’ve had you sit on my face so I wouldn’t miss any.” The thought alone makes me moan, and he chuckles against my neck.
“Are you ready to ride my cock?” He drags his head through my wetness, and I shiver as much with anticipation as from the pressure against my sensitive, quivering entrance. The promise of more, more, that’s all my body wants. It’s all I want. More of this. More of him. The magic of it. The way I feel fully alive and connected.
He plunges inside me and lifts his hips to fill me, sinking in deep. I bear down on him, grinding my hips, and we both moan when I reach his base. “That’s right.” He takes me by my hips. “Ride it. Fuck yourself on me. Let me feel you come.”
I don’t think I could do anything else if I wanted to. I’m helpless against him, helpless against this. With my palms on his chest, I raise myself, using him as leverage. “So nice,” I whimper, grinding hard, searching for release again.
“That’s right. Take me deep. Take what you need. Soak my cock.” He’s watching me, staring up at me as I work myself into a frenzy. I close my eyes—his grip on my hips tightens instantly, and forcefulness leaks into his voice. “No. Don’t hide from me.”
I can’t help but obey. I never can. I watch him watching me ride, and now I’m not embarrassed. I’m not shy. I roll my hips and laugh at the way he groans. The power shift is hot, too. Everything about this, him, us together.
And he wants this. He wants me. He could’ve shut me down and told me he didn’t want anything to do with me. He could’ve reminded me of the deal we made and how us being together was not part of that deal.
Instead, he kissed me. I’m moving with him inside me, working my way to another orgasm while he urges me on. He swells inside me, and his hips start to jerk like he can’t help himself, and I’m going to come again. I feel it; it’s happening—
“Yes!” It’s a strained whisper when what I want to do is scream. I fall forward and sink my teeth into his shoulder and sob out pleasure almost too intense to handle.
His fingers dig in tighter than ever, and he groans in my ear; an instant later, a rush of warmth signals him coming. “Alicia… my God…” His arms wind around my back, and that’s the best part, the way he holds me to him like I matter. He doesn’t want this to end any more than I do. I wish I had been honest with him sooner.
Then again, no. Maybe it had to be this way. We had to go through what we’ve faced together to make this so sweet. No, it’s not a declaration of love, but it’s a start. It’s better than living as strangers and pretending neither of us cares or wants anything better.
I’m still coming down when he gently slides out of me, then coaxes me into climbing off him. Instead of getting up and dressing, he finally gets rid of his pants and boxers, then slides between the sheets and gestures for me to join him. This is new, too. I’m almost afraid I’m going to wake up from this dream.
But by the time I’m in bed with him, his arms around me, and my head on his chest, the spell hasn’t broken. I guess this must be real.
He laughs softly with his lips against the top of my head. “I should let you do the work more often. Especially when I haven’t slept in days.”
“Days? As in more than one day? You never said anything.”
He snorts softly. “Are you surprised? I don’t share much. I couldn’t sleep the night before our dinner with Elena, either. Too much on my mind.”