Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
I lay there, Atticus still lapping at my pussy, and I couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone put into words my gratitude for what he’d given me. I knew I wanted more, wanted to experience everything this man could give me.
“Please, Atticus… I-I need you…”
“You need more, baby?” He lapped at my clit again, and I shuddered. With a gasp, I tried to close my legs.
“Sensitive?”
“Y-yes!”
“Mmm…” He moved down to lick my pussy, thrusting two fingers inside me and finding a spot deep inside me that set off yet another orgasm, this one sudden and breathtaking. I literally could not catch my breath as my whole body seized.
I screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Until I was sobbing, begging him to fuck me, to put me out of my misery. To never let this stop.
The next thing I knew, Atticus was over me, his body in the cradle of mine. My legs wrapped around his hips and I could feel his cock through his jeans. Still the man would not take off his fucking pants!
I reached between us to unbutton his pants, but he stopped me, putting my hands above my head and lacing his fingers through them. Tears streaked from my eyes down my temples as I pleaded with him to fuck me. I wasn’t even really aware of what I was saying.
Atticus kissed me gently, rubbing his beard over my cheek and neck. He kissed my jaw and whispered in my ear, praising me, trying to bring me down but I didn’t want to come down.
“God, Atticus! Fucking please!”
“No, baby. I’m not gonna fuck you. I told you that’s not happening.” His body quaked and I reveled in his weight pressing me into the mattress.
“But I need it!”
“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry.” He continued to kiss me, then he rocked his hips and the pleasure started again. “Ride it out. I’ll take care of you, honey. I swear it.”
With those words, I rocked my hips, moving with him to put the friction on my clit that I desperately needed. A few seconds later, one last explosive orgasm rushed through me. I screamed, gripping Atticus as tightly as I could until the wave passed.
When it did, I finally ran out of energy and a lazy, exhausted lethargy settled over me. Atticus let go of my hands and rolled us over so that he was on his back with me draped over his side. He kept saying soothing things, but my brain had shut down along with my body.
As Atticus continued to whisper to me, I started to drift. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I welcomed sleep, knowing that as long as I was with Atticus Benedict, I was safe. No one could hurt me. No one could force me to do anything I didn’t want to. I thought Atticus was saying something similar to me, reaffirming my own thoughts.
I knew there would be hell to pay later with Ettore and Marco, but right now I was with Atticus. His voice was so soothing, his body warm and wrapped around me like a protective cocoon. I took one last, deep breath before surrendering to sleep and the embrace of Atticus Benedict.
* * *
Bullet
My balls fucking ached. I’d fallen asleep with the most passionate, beautiful woman I’d ever met. I’d pleasured her until she’d begged me to fuck her and I had held back as much as I could. I’d promised her from the beginning I wouldn’t fuck her and I hadn’t. She’d thrown one over on me when she’d kissed me the second we’d walked into the house, though. I went a lot further than I’d intended to, but I’d done my level best to pleasure her as much as I was capable.
As I slowly came awake, becoming aware of more than just my blue balls and morning wood, I realized I no longer had a warm woman in my arms.
I reached over to the other side of the bed. The pillow and sheets were cool and I groaned. CeCe had been gone for a while.
“Fuck.” I lay back with a thud, beating myself up for being all kinds of stupid. I’d likely scared her off. I’d known I needed to go gently with her, to help her realize I didn’t bring her here for the use of her body.
The first rays of sunlight pierced through the curtains, casting a warm glow that failed to chase away the chill creeping into my heart.
“CeCe?” I called out, my voice thick with sleep and worry, as I sat up in bed. The echoes of our passionate night still clung to my skin, but the absence of her presence made it all feel like some cruel fantasy.
Silence greeted me, its mocking whispers tightening around my chest like a steel band. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I threw off the sheets and stumbled out of bed, a heavy dread sitting in the pit of my stomach.