Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Then do it,” she said, biting her lip as she did. She had already gone so far out of her comfort zone.
She was in a stranger’s house, in his bed. Why not finish what they had started?
He pressed her hands to either side of her head, locking her to the bed. Staring up at him, she waited.
Mason pulled out of her, going slow at first, and she felt every inch of him as he did this. She waited, and part of her expected this to be boring, for it to be awful.
Holly knew she shouldn’t have been expecting the same old routine. He slammed deep inside her, going in and out, fucking her harder than she had ever been before. The pleasure was intense, her body on fire for more. There was nothing gentle in the way he pounded inside her, taking her, and what felt like owning her.
In that moment, she belonged to Mason, and she marveled at it. She thrust her pelvis up to meet every one of his thrusts, not wanting him to stop. It felt incredible. Better than incredible.
She also felt what she had thought was impossible—the start of another orgasm. It wasn’t life-shattering like his tongue, but more like a miniature ripple as it took over her body.
His name fell from her lips, and then she felt it. Mason tensed up, thrust his cock deeper inside her, and it was like it grew a little more. There was a point of pain and pleasure combined. He had stretched her to fit him, and she felt each pulse of his cock as he came inside her.
Holly lay beneath him, panting. She didn’t know how long it had lasted, but it was the first time the missionary position had been in any way exciting for her.
She just had sex with a stranger. For some reason, she expected to feel guilty, but there was none of that. She and William had been over a long time ago.
She expected Mason to pull out, to curl up on whatever side of the bed he usually did, and that would be the end of it. He didn’t do that.
Seconds passed and he lifted, staring down at her lips and then into her eyes. “Are you ready for round two?” he asked.
“Round two?”
“Yes.”
She felt his cock already twitching inside her, and she released a gasp, a little startled by how quickly he was getting hard again.
“You don’t think a quick fuck is all you’re getting tonight?” he asked.
“I thought men could only go once a night.”
“Your ex-husband is a fucking prick,” he said. “I don’t even know him and I already don’t like him.”
“I do know him and you can join the club,” she said. “I don’t want to talk about him.”
Mason tensed up and pulled back. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why don’t you want to talk about him? Do you still have feelings for him?”
She burst out laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding me, right? I’m in bed with you, and you’re asking me if I still have feelings for another man. I don’t know you, but trust me, if I still had feelings for my ex-husband, I wouldn’t have divorced him. I’d have continued to pretend I didn’t know about his affairs. I don’t want to talk about my ex, because he’s not part of my life anymore. I don’t want to have sex with another man while his name is filling the room, unless your name is not Mason, and you’re also called William?”
He smiled.
“My name is Mason.”
“Good.”
“He cheated on you?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yes, from the moment we were first married. He was never faithful to me. Trust me, I don’t love my husband. Not anymore.”
“Does love die that easily?” he asked.
Holly dropped to the bed. Mason’s cock was still inside her, and he was still hard. She shrugged her shoulders. “Do you want to have this conversation?”
“I was just curious.”
“Love doesn’t die easily, but if you were in my marriage for ten years and you realized that he never once truly loved you, and that he went through secretaries and personal assistants faster than you went through underwear, trust me, love has a way of getting a little … in the way. Can we not talk about it?”
He pulled out of her and before she knew what was happening, she was on her knees. One of his hands was at her stomach, but he didn’t linger there, as he slid down, going between her thighs.
“I’m already starting to get the picture of what your husband was like. I guess he worked all the time, didn’t give you any attention. I wonder if he was even critical of you when you were together. He was afraid of you, Holly.”
She didn’t know what he was doing, but as his fingers played her pussy, she no longer cared what he was saying. William was the last person on her mind.