Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 510(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
“That’s also true…” He’s starting to get the message. Finally. A sly smile begins to spread.
“So what that tells me is that we’ll have the days to ourselves. No classes. No project work. None of it. Just you and me.” By the time I finish speaking, I’m standing directly in front of him, grinning from ear to ear. “I think I can live with that.”
When he draws his bottom lip under his teeth, my pulse picks up speed. That’s what he’s capable of doing to me without laying a hand on me or even saying a word. It should be illegal to be this hot. This perfect. “I guess I can if you can. I wonder how we’ll find ways to fill the time.”
“I think we can come up with something together if we put our minds to it.” I slip a finger under the waistband of his shorts. “Now, I think we were talking about getting you in the shower before we were interrupted, weren’t we?”
He looks me up and down. “Who are you? Where is the little virgin I used to know? Asking me to show her what to do, how to please me?”
“I guess you were a good teacher.” I back away, still grinning, and pull the nightshirt over my head before dropping it to the floor. The man has an excellent poker face, but not when it comes to this. Red hot lust sparks in his eyes a second before he follows, peeling off his sweaty shirt and dropping it next to mine. By the time he joins me in his bathroom, I have the shower running and am bending down to slide off my panties.
He takes me by the hips, grinding himself against my ass. “You get me so fucking hard,” he grunts in my ear, his fingers pressing into my flesh like he wants to take control of my entire body. Like it’s his, like he owns it. And if that’s what he thinks, he’s not wrong. I can’t imagine anybody making me feel the way he does, knowing what I like better than even I do.
Instead of opening the shower door, he turns me around, still pressed against my back. We’re facing the vanity, reflected in the mirror above the sink. There I am, stark naked, with Zeke holding me in place. “Look how fucking gorgeous you are.” He lowers his head, and his lips skim over my shoulder.
I gasp, melting against him.
“Open your eyes,” he suddenly mutters, his voice sharp. I hadn’t even realized I closed my them—all I want is to lose myself in him. I want him to sweep me away so I don’t have to think about anything or anybody but us. “Watch yourself.”
“Watch myself what?” When his right hand leaves my hip in favor of wedging between my thighs, I know what. I gasp when his fingers brush against my clit, my head falling back against his chest.
“Watch what happens when I do this to you. Watch how beautiful it is.” He nips my earlobe, and I shiver when that sensation combined with what he’s doing to my pussy threatens to overwhelm me. My legs are already weak, but I force myself to stand. Whatever he wants, I’ll do it because I know in the end, he’s going to make me come. He’s so good at making me come.
Is this what he sees when he touches me? My nipples harden, and my skin flushes. My face contorts until I hardly recognize myself. Who is that girl in the mirror? Sexy, sensual, mouth hanging open so I can moan his name. His free hand slides up my body, groping my tits before continuing further and wrapping around my throat. He holds my head in place, making sure I’m watching.
“There’s nothing in the world like watching you fall to pieces.” His dick is practically impaling my lower back. When I wiggle against it just a little, the way he groans makes me gasp with even deeper pleasure. Because it’s not all about what he does to me. It’s about what that does to him. What I am capable of doing to him.
He begins rubbing himself against me, the motion from his fingers speeding up. A strangled sob escapes my throat.
“Does that feel good?” he asks, like he needs to.
“Yes!” I gasp, leaning against him for support. “Yes, so good!”
“And do I own this pussy? Is this pussy mine?” Our eyes meet in the mirror, and fuck me, he’s a beast. This isn’t Zeke anymore. This is some primal force channeling itself through him. I should want to fight back, but I don’t. That’s the last thing I want. I want him to take me, I want him to use me, I want him to be as rough as he needs to be because that’s what I need, too.