Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I ended up on my back in his bed, his arms pinned behind my knees as he rocked into me with regular, even strokes. He was a tattooed god on top of me, bulging muscle underneath beautiful skin, and he seemed to be the one honored that he got to fuck me—when it was the other way around.
His dark eyes were locked on mine as he worked, as he thrust, as he made me feel good like it was his job.
Bolton had been good in bed, but he’d never been this dedicated to my needs. Theo knew he had me wrapped around his finger, but he was still enthusiastic about my pleasure, like getting me off was what got him off. Sometimes making me cry from too much dick got him off too, but it depended on his mood.
I felt my body tighten around his length as the explosion hit without warning. Sometimes, I could feel it approach like the sunrise over the horizon, and other times, it hit me like a train without brakes.
“Come all over my dick, sweetheart.”
My nails clawed into his skin as my thighs widened farther, the moans mixing with the little cries in the back of my throat.
When he felt my legs droop in his arms, he scooted a little farther to pin me back more and ram me with his humongous dick. He gave me his hard thrusts, unable to stop when he watched and listened to me come. He gave me all of it even when it hurt, and no amount of pain could diminish how good it felt.
I came as hard as he did, tears squeezing from the corners of my eyes, stuffed full of a dick that wouldn’t fit. My nails clawed at his forearms as I convulsed in his arms, a hurricane of pleasure ripping through my body and destroying it in the process.
He slowly came down with me, his dick gradually softening inside me, his dark eyes turning gentle rather than lethal. He gently withdrew himself and stared at the flood of come that seeped out after his exit. He had a subtle look of possessiveness before he rolled over onto his back and lay there.
I winced as I felt the stiffness in my spine and legs when I dropped my legs and let my body unfold from the pretzel shape he had bent me into. My body was exhausted like I’d done something strenuous, when I’d only lain there and gotten fucked by a six-and-a-half-foot dark god. Even when his come leaked from my entrance, I lay there because I didn’t want to move. I wanted to lie in that bed forever.
After a couple moments of silence, he left the bed and walked into the bathroom. The water from the shower was audible a moment later. He usually showered before bed, so it was his nighttime routine.
I finally found the strength to go into the bathroom and clean up, feeling the ache between my legs like I did every night. I stopped to look at him in the shower before I walked out without washing off my makeup. I would do that in my bathroom down the hall.
I returned to the sitting room and gathered my clothes that had been scattered on the other couch and the floor. I didn’t want to get dressed just to walk down the hallway, and I assumed it was unlikely I would bump into his butler on the way, so I balled up the clothes in one arm and held my heels in the other.
He stepped into the room buck naked, his hair slightly damp after the towel-dry. He eyed my pile of clothes before he looked me in the eye. “What are you doing?”
“It’s late.” Even if he wanted another round, my body was done for the night. Needed to head to the garage for repairs.
He cocked his head slightly as if he didn’t understand what I’d said. Then he approached me, his tall frame slowly growing into a mountain the closer he came, his chin tilting down to keep our gazes locked. “Then get in bed.” He pushed his hand down on the pile in my hands, making everything drop into a mess on the floor. “Come on.” He gave me that commanding look, treating me like one of his men whom he ordered around.
I liked it when he ordered me around. “You want me to stay?”
“Was that unclear?”
“I—I just didn’t want to overstep—”
“If I wanted you gone, I would tell you. I say what I mean—”
“And mean what I say,” I said. “Yes, I remember.”
He flashed me a look of irritation, like he didn’t appreciate the taunt. “Then get your ass in bed before I throw you in it.”
I loved feeling wanted. And I loved the way he made me feel wanted. He took what he wanted without apology. Made demands like he was entitled to whatever he set his eyes on. The fact that I was what he wanted still felt like a dream come true.