Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169272 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 846(@200wpm)___ 677(@250wpm)___ 564(@300wpm)
I cry out when my orgasm slams into me, and Henn groans at the sound of my pleasure. With a loud exhale of ragged, warm breath, he snatches up his pants from the floor, presumably intending to grab a condom.
“No condom needed,” I gasp out. “I’m on the pill. Come over here and fuck me hard.” I’ve never said those words out loud before, and, damn, it feels sexy as hell to say them.
Without hesitation, Henn returns to the bed and wordlessly guides me onto my hands and knees. When I’m in position, he grips my hips, slides his finger up and down my wet, aching slit several times, and finally plunges himself inside me from behind.
Holy shit.
As I grip the bedspread beneath me to keep from collapsing face-first onto my bed, Henn fucks me with so much enthusiasm, I’m surprised he’s not physically splitting me in two. Henn isn’t a huge man, in terms of his equipment. But he’s not small, either. Which means, from this position and at this angle, I feel like my eyes are nearly popping out of my head with each beastly thrust. “Oh, God,” I choke out, when my innermost muscles begin tightening sharply around Henn’s cock. I’m like a spring gun getting ready to unload.
“Not yet,” Henn grits out. “Not yet, baby. Hold on.”
“I can’t.”
“I’ll tell you when.”
“I can’t hold on.”
I feel the front of Henn’s body pressing against my back. I feel his fingers on my swollen, throbbing clit. Henn massages that hard bundle of nerves in circles as his hips continue gyrating, as his cock continues its confident thrusting. Circles. Thrusting. Hot breath in my ear. I’m trying hard to hang on, but it’s all too much. My eyes are rolling into my head.
“I can’t hang on.”
“Come, beautiful,” Henn whispers. “Come now, gorgeous creature.”
Gorgeous creature. Holy fuck, that was hot.
Blasts of white light overtake my vision as my body releases. A delicious kind of warping twists my insides. Henn groans loudly as my orgasm rolls and squeezes against his erection inside me, until we both collapse onto my bed into a sweaty, satisfied heap.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, breathing hard. “That was incredible.”
After a moment to collect himself, Henn rolls off my back and lies alongside me in the bed. I’m on my belly now. He’s on his side. We’re both sweaty and smiling and visibly enthralled.
“Sorry, for me, it was barely tolerable,” Henn says. But his smile tells a different story.
“Well, yeah, for me, too. I didn’t want to hurt your feelings. But hey, at least it was worth losing fifty bucks over.” I tell Henn the story of the bet I made with Kat in Las Vegas, and he hoots with glee throughout my telling. “Kat knows me better than I know myself,” I admit. “She was positive I wouldn’t let you drive back to your hotel tonight, and she was right.”
Henn strokes my forearm. “We can take it slow throughout the rest of the week, if that’s what you want to do.”
I shift onto my side to match Henn’s position. We’re now lying nose to nose in the moonlight. “The only thing I want to do this week is the same thing we just did, in various positions, over and over again, every night. Mornings, too, before I have to go to work.”
Henn grins. “I’m at your service.”
I exhale, puffing out my cheeks while doing so. “I wish so much I had some PTO banked at work, so I could take a few days off while you’re here. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize. I’ll work whenever you’re working. This way, we’ll get to see exactly what it would be like if we actually lived in the same city.”
Oh, my heart. Is Henn hinting he’s imagining himself moving to Seattle one day? Or is he hinting he’s hoping I might consider making a move to LA? Either way, I feel like Henn is yet again making it clear he sees potential for this thing to blossom into a serious, long-term relationship, and I couldn’t be happier about that. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself, but I’ve never felt a connection like this before, so I can’t help wondering how we’re going to manage the long-distance nature of our relationship going forward.
Henn moves a lock of hair out of my eyes. “Thanks for paying fifty bucks to sleep with me. I’m honored.”
I scoff playfully. “I was horny, dude. And you were here, so . . .”
Henn gasps. “You mean it was nothing personal? I’ve got a dick, and I’m here, so you figured I’d do?”
“Thank you for your service.” As Henn chuckles, I scoot closer to him and brush my fingertips across his cheek. “Of course, it was personal. In fact, you’re the only person in the world I’d pay fifty bucks to sleep with.”