Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
I hold up my hands in front of my eyes. “You’re naked,” I point out, turning my head to the side, but I’ve taken a mental image of him, and that will forever be branded on my brain. Fuck, his body is to die for.
He just laughs. “You’ve seen me naked before.”
“That was in the dark,” I retort. “This is in the light.”
I can see from the corner of my eye that he is walking around to the other side of the bed. “We have to talk,” I tell him, turning my head the other way and ignoring the fact he’s getting into bed with me. But not under the covers where he has to cover himself. No, this man is lying down on top of the covers like he’s a model for David.
“Come here.” He reaches out for me and pulls me to him, fitting my chest to his side as if I’ve always fucking done this, which I’ve never done with him before. “Now you can talk.”
I look up at him, seeing his hair pushed back and the scruff on his jaw a little longer than it was the other night, but just like the other night, his hotness makes all the words disappear. His eyes are so bright, and his lips are so perfect that all I want to do is kiss him again. So I do. I get up on my hands and knees and forget that I want him to leave. I forget that ten minutes ago, I wanted to stab him in the eyeball. I forget that this is not a good idea, so I move up and kiss his lips. He rolls to his side as his tongue slides into my mouth, and five minutes later, I’m naked with him. “What did you want to talk about?” he asks me right before he takes my nipple into his mouth while sliding a finger into me.
“Later.” That’s the only thing I can say, and the sound of his deep chuckle just pushes me even deeper under his spell.
The sunlight hits my face like a spotlight, making me turn to the other side, right smack into Gabriel’s chest. His hand that was draped over my hip is now on top of my ass while he pulls me even closer to him. “Morning, Sweetheart,” he mumbles, bending to kiss the top of my head while squeezing me. “How did you sleep?”
“Okay—” I start to say when the phone ringing makes me get up on my elbow and look over, realizing the ringing is coming from downstairs. “Is that yours or mine?”
“Don’t know”—he looks over his shoulder—“also don’t fucking care.” He turns into me, rolling me to my back. “Time to show you what I was going to do to you when I woke up before I knew you snuck out on me.”
My legs immediately open for him, and he doesn’t even have to warm me up. It’s like I’m ready for him. “Always ready for me.” He buries his face in my neck as my legs hitch up on his hips, while he slowly slides out of me and then back into me. My hips move in conjunction with his as he fucks me. Neither of us says anything. I’m just taking in the feeling of him sliding in and out of me. “Fuck, every single time, it’s like the first time with you.”
I wrap an arm around his neck, arching my back. “Every single time your cock takes my breath away,” I say, making him laugh. “Now, if you are done with the chitter-chatter”—I kiss his neck—“how about you really show me what you wanted to do to me that morning?” I bite right where I kissed not too long ago. In two moves, he’s pulled out of me, and I’m flipped over to my stomach. He pulls my hips up and slams into me. “Jesus Christ,” I hiss, gripping the sheets under my hands, “if that is all it took for you to finally do me properly.” I look over my shoulder at him, his arms are muscled perfectly. “I would have done it yesterday.” He glares at me, but he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before. Every time he slams into me, I feel like he’s in my throat, literally. When I do come, I swear my eyes roll in the back of my head, and he never, ever slows his pace.
“Get your mouth ready,” he pants out, and I swear I come again just from his words. He pulls out of me, and my mouth swallows the head of his cock as if my life depends on it. “Take me all the way in, Zara,” he eggs me on, knowing full well I can’t take this whole thing in my mouth. “Don’t be a quitter, Sweetheart.” His hips move to make me swallow a bit more of him. “Let me hit the back of your throat.” My hand grips the base of his cock. “Take me all.” I try until my eyes water, but I don’t have to try for very long because in a matter of seconds, his cum hits my tongue, and I swallow everything he has to give me. He fucks my mouth until he’s almost soft. “Don’t want to lose your mouth, Sweetheart”—he looks down at me as he pushes the hair away from my face—“but I have nothing left to give you.” He smirks at me. “You literally sucked the cum right out of me.” He winks, and I can’t help but laugh.