Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86828 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“Please. More. Again.” They’re the only words I can get out through the lust clutching my throat. I’ve never been so greedy. So gluttonous. One more will never be enough when it comes to Zane.
And it appears I’m not the only one having those thoughts.
Zane’s cock is sheathed with a condom. That proves he preempted how our first joint shower would go and that he is trapped under the same spell as me.
It won’t stop him from seeking consent, though. After creeping one of his hands up my sweaty back, he weaves it through my drenched locks before tugging my head back so our eyes align.
The need in his hooded gaze nearly topples me into orgasmic bliss for the third time since we entered the shower twenty minutes ago. Being desired so discernably is an addiction I’ll never overcome—even more so if the admiration comes from Zane.
“Ready?”
His cock flexes when I graze my teeth over my lip before jerking up my chin. “Always.”
My nails dig into his shoulders when he smiles a wolfish grin before his hips shift upward, and he enters me with one quick thrust. I can still feel where he’d been earlier, know every part of my body he touched, but my pussy still clamps around him in protest of the sudden intrusion.
“Fuck,” growls Zane. “You get tighter with every orgasm.”
I love how full he makes me feel, how stretched and invaded, but I still need a minute to accommodate his girthy length, so he doesn’t move a smidge until the pain on my face switches to pleasure.
Then the thrusts come hard and fast.
He fucks me with every muscle he owns until the bathroom is filled with as many moans as steamy driblets of condensation.
The fast, steady friction of our bodies drives me insane. I need to come so bad. I want it more than I need my next breath.
I tighten around him, my desire piquing when he responds to my tease with a growl. “You make me so fucking hard.” He encourages me to balance my back on the slippery tiles before wedging a hand between us. “It’s never been like this with anyone.”
I assume he means the control he exudes every time he takes me to the brink of ecstasy, but I learn otherwise when his eyes drop to the area where our bodies are intimately joined.
“He seems to have his own agenda when it comes to you. I don’t get a fucking say.” He adds a swivel to the end of his thrusts, ensuring he hits the sweet spot inside me with each pump before pressing his thumb to my clit. “Can’t say I blame him. You feel amazing.”
Heat blooms across my skin when he rubs my clit with the same expert precision of his pumps. He toys with it until the sweat misting my face is no longer compliments to the piping-hot water coming out of the shower.
“Zane…” My moan is a warning—a caveat. I’m about to unravel, and I want him to come with me this time.
After balancing a hand on his shoulder and flattening my back to the tiles to stabilize my wobbles, I meet his thrusts pump for pump. I fuck him as he’s fucking me, and I love every single minute of our manic, animalistic fuck.
“Jesus… Christ…”
He pumps harder. Faster. He makes me lose my mind.
Then, just as a climax scorches through me, his cock swells, and the most tormented, feral groan I’ve ever heard rips from his lips.
We watch each other fall apart. Our eye contact is absolute. Our mutual desire is unmissable.
It should be uncomfortable or, at the very least, embarrassing.
It is neither of those things.
Being vulnerable isn’t a farce. It is beautifully haunting and has my heart in such a state it takes everything I have not to burst into tears for the second time today.
My emotions are all over the place.
And regretfully, I’m not the only one noticing.
“Hey.” After cupping my cheek, Zane drags his thumb under my eye, wiping away a tear I hadn’t realized had fallen.
Not wanting him to think he’s done something wrong I try to brush off my surging emotions as hormones. “I must be close to that time of the—”
My words trap in my throat when he kisses the trail the sneaky tear caused before he once again notches his cock’s head at the opening of my pussy—his throbbing cock’s head.
“How are you hard again already?” I ask in disbelief.
He pushes in the first inch painfully slow. “I told you he has a mind of his own when it comes to you.” Then another inch. “Can’t say I blame him.” I swivel my hips to accommodate the next two inches since he’s getting harder with each word he speaks. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Everything about you is perfect.”
“Zane…” I murmur in a moan as he continues to enter me slowly.