Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
She cries out when I’m fully buried in her, and checking her face, I see that it’s a cry of pleasure, not pain, though sometimes there’s a fine line.
I draw my hips back, my cock slick with her juices, and press back home, her inner walls massaging me from all sides. Her body bounces on the bed as I start to fuck her, and I regret not taking an extra couple of seconds to tear her dress off.
“Take your tits out,” I tell her, my voice raspier than usual.
Her eyes are fixed to mine as she does as she’s told, pushing her dress off of her shoulders and pulling her breasts out of the lacy bra cups that concealed them. Now I get to watch her tits bounce as I bang into her. It’s a great position, but it lacks accessibility.
“Play with your nipples for me.”
She hesitates for a long moment, and the little display of shyness only makes her more appealing. Finally, she raises her hand to her breast, brushing her palm over the nipple, then plucking at it with her thumb and forefinger. “Like this?” she asks.
I nod my response, needing to turn some of my focus inward to make sure I don’t get off too fast.
“You like watching me play with my breasts?”
Oh fuck, if she’s going to talk about what she’s doing, I’m going to need to devote even more focus to my willpower.
“I loved sucking your cock the other night,” she says, and I grit my teeth. “Your cock is so big, and it tasted so good.”
“Rose.” I mutter her name as a warning. I adjust my hold on her, moving my hands closer to her center, where I can support the weight of her legs and play with her clit at the same time.
“Oh god. Oh, that feels so good, Zipper.”
I need her to come right now.
I press down on her clit, moving my thumb in a small circle, while I angle my hips to hit a different spot inside her. Thank fuck, it does the trick.
Her knees press into my sides as her back arches further off the bed, her body like a live wire sending out sparks.
I fuck her harder, focusing my last remaining remnants of control on sending her off into a strong orgasm, but when her pussy starts to throb around my cock, squeezing me tighter than she’d already been doing, I lose my shit entirely.
I manage to keep hold of her legs, but otherwise, all I see is black, my entire world narrowed to the spot where my cock is sinking into her over and over. She’s screaming my name, and though I don’t say a word, her name echoes in my brain and in every cell of my body.
Rose. Fuck, why does it have to be this good with her?
21
ROSE
“That was unexpected.”
Zipper always has me a little off balance, and never more so than tonight. He met me at the door with his usual scowl, and I could’ve more easily imagined him telling me to leave than pulling me in for a kiss. But kiss me is what he did, and that kiss escalated very quickly.
My god, that was good. And I have to wonder if the frustrating mystery of him and his thorny personality made it all the better.
To say it was intense would be an understatement.
He collapsed onto me when he finished, and for a fleeting moment, I saw a different side to him, one I think he very intentionally keeps hidden. But he rolled off of me and his mask is back on now. He’s letting me cuddle with him, though—yes, cuddle—and a couple of his fingers are strumming over my belly, making me think about a second round.
I trace over the jagged abstract art that curves around his shoulder, thinking not for the first time how well these harsh lines suit him. If he were an animal, he’d be a porcupine, and these designs warn the world to keep their distance.
“I can’t quite figure you out.”
In my post-sex haze, I don’t even realize I said this aloud until he says, “We’re very different.”
My head cradled on his arm, I stare at his face, but he continues to look straight up at the ceiling. “You never say much, and sometimes I think you don’t even like me.”
“Sorry,” is all he says, as he keeps the same lazy rhythm with his fingers.
Maybe it’s just sex for him. It’s probably just sex for all of them, of course, and men don’t even have to like a woman to stick their dick inside her. The thought makes my throat hurt, and it’s probably just another side effect of sex that has my emotions getting involved.
He keeps touching me, and the way he’s touching me makes me feel like he likes me, but the look in his eyes doesn’t match his actions.