Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
And then I sigh as I slowly sink myself down the length of his long, thick cock.
Santi writhes beneath me as I lower myself further and further down until there’s no way of truly knowing where he starts and I end; and despite my exhaustion, I smile as his large palms come to rest on either side of my waist.
I rock my hips experimentally, earning a grunt from the rugby player, and then I repeat the motion again and again until I’m effectively bouncing rhythmically up and down his cock.
“Olivia,” he groans, his green eyes open just enough that I can see how lust-filled they are. “Fuck, Olivia, I’m not going to last like this - you need to slow down, need to -”
Spurred on by the sound of him breathless and wanting, I take little notice of his instructions. Instead, I increase the pace of my movements, fucking myself on his cock impossibly faster.
Clearly unbothered by my ignorance, Santi’s hands dig into my flesh so that he can aid my movements as I ride him. He uses his tight grip on my body to lift me slightly with each thrust, his own hips raising from the sofa as he fucks into me in return.
The new angle of his sharp hips has me writhing in pleasure all even more, and since there’s nobody around to hear us, I don’t bother to hold back my cries as Santi manipulates my body so that I’m effectively riding him at a relentless tempo.
I hadn’t thought that I’d reach my release like this - especially so soon after my previous orgasm - but the slight alteration in Santi’s hips has him pounding right against my sensitive spot, and I shriek in pleasure as a blinding heat floods through my body.
Apparently motivated by the sound and feel of my second release, Santi fucks into me impossibly faster. Even as I collapse against his chest and pant into the crook of his neck out of sheer and utter exhaustion, he continues to thrust up into my pussy with a stuttered but overwhelming rhythm.
It doesn’t take much longer before he’s overcome by his own release, spilling himself deep inside.
The sensation of his hard, thick length pulsating against my sensitive walls warms me from the inside, and I whimper at the loss of him when he eventually uses his grip on my body to tilt my hips and remove himself.
“Oh my god,” I moan into the crook of his neck, my eyes squeezing firmly to a close. Santi chuckles as he places a kiss to my sweat-dampened forehead, and I can feel his smile against my skin. “That was - I - you - oh my god.”
Santi leaves one hand on my waist but brings the other to tangle in the strands of my hair, running his thick fingers through my blonde locks as he smiles against my cheek.
“You’re pretty incredible, profesora,” he murmurs. “I hope you know that.”
I can only hum in response, far too overcome with pleasure to think of anything smart to say in response.
And while I know from experience that I really need to go and clean myself up… I can’t find it in me just yet to remove myself from his arms.
Chapter Twenty-Five
I wake with a jolt to the shrill sound of my alarm blaring.
With my eyes firmly closed, I grumble under my breath and mute my phone, snoozing it for ten minutes so that I can come around in peace before it disturbs me again.
Slowly but surely, I blink awake, my eyes adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. It takes a moment for reality to settle in, but when it does, a soft smile spreads across my face.
Santi’s penthouse.
I glance to my side, where he is still fast asleep and snoring softly, apparently not phased at all by my phone’s disruption.
He’s lying on his stomach, the sheets draped low across his muscular back, revealing the expanse of his broad shoulders and toned arms. His face is turned toward me, his handsome features relaxed in an uncharacteristic way.
For a moment, I just watch him, my fingers idly tracing the edge of the sheet where it rests against his skin. It’s so lovely to see him like this; soft and undisturbed, peaceful and somewhat vulnerable.
As much as I would love nothing more than to have a lazy morning in this beautiful penthouse with my gorgeous boyfriend, I still have a job to get ready for and go to - at least for a few more weeks, anyway.
I sit up slowly in the huge bed, careful not to disturb him as I reach for the robe hanging over the back of the nearby armchair. Wrapping it around myself, I pad out as quietly as I can into the living room, the chill of the hardwood floors a stark contrast to the warmth of the morning light streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows.