Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
I feel myself getting close yet again, brought closer with every thrust. Closer. And closer.
He slips both his arms underneath me. The embrace is so tight now we feel like one person as his pace quickens, ramming his thickness and length in and out, hard and fast, taking me.
His breaths warm my cheek, then his lips brush my ear. “I was looking for you for so long, Princess. I’ve needed this more than you can possibly know.”
He squeezes me even tighter, like I might somehow get away. It’s hard to get a full breath. And I wouldn’t want one.
“Show me your power.” I give him a squeeze with my pussy and his body shakes, every muscle tense. “Show me how I make you feel.”
And with that, he lets loose a deep, warning growl.
“Fuck. I’m going to cum inside you unless you’ve got a good fucking reason that I can’t.”
My blurry desire-filled brain flashes with an image of my medicine cabinet, and my birth control pills. “They’ll help with your migraines,” the doctor had said. I never took them and now, with Daniel inside me, him pulling out looking less and less likely, maybe I should have done as the doctor ordered.
I think of how he threw the bowl into the fireplace with such a rage. He was never going to pull out.
Fuck it.
“Do it, Daniel. Right now.”
He hitches his hips to get in deeper. “You’re so tight, Princess. That cherry-tight pussy of yours is strangling my fucking dick.”
“That’s what you paid for isn’t it?” I whisper into his ear. “You’ll always be my first, do you realize that? No one will ever get from me what you have right now.”
His body shudders. His muscles flex. And with a raw power that I could never have imagined, he releases into me, pushing me over the edge with him again.
He comes loud and hard. Grunting, roaring, gritting his teeth with every shot of his seed into me. Imagining his cum coating my walls sends me over the edge yet again. I imagine him taking root inside of me, and it makes me so happy I can hardly believe it.
He finally collapses on top of me, both of us sweaty and spent. I match his breathing with mine, letting his inhale mirror my exhale. Like yin and yang.
CHAPTER 7
Marshall
I hold her close. Her breathing slows, her body relaxes. She’s just falling asleep and she’s muttering something that sounds like, “So much better than chicken fingers…” when my fucking phone buzzes from my pants pocket on the floor.
Goddamn it.
The noise of it startles her awake, making her jump a little.
I press a soothing kiss to her forehead, sweeping her hair aside.
“Stay here. Don’t move.”
Sleepy, sexy moans slip from her lips as she rolls off me and curls in a ball, with one sweet little foot poking out of the fluffy comforter. Pink sparky nail polish.
Such fucking adorable toes that I might develop a foot fetish. Christ.
I’m falling hard and fast. I know I fucking love her already but how that’s possible I’m still trying to work out.
My phone buzzes again and I scoop it up to silence it, resisting the legitimate urge to throw the thing right out the window. Fucking 3am and someone’s bothering me? But before I can put it down, I see a text from Lennon.
Where the fuck are you? We’re heading out. Our transactions are complete…at least those of us that indulged. We’re ready to go.
I glance back over my shoulder. She’s dozed back off to sleep, now with her hand resting in the spot where my body had been. I tap out a response.
I’m not going anywhere.
This he answers with a crying smiley—I fucking hate that emoji.
Get your ass down here. Or I’ll come find you.
Such a dick. Still, it’s worth it to me to get rid of them rather than have this little slice of heaven interrupted by his aging frat-boy bullshit. I pull my pants on and lean over her, tucking her in gently and giving her another kiss.
“I’ll be right back, baby. You sleep.”
She smiles, eyes closed, nodding into the pillow.
“Don’t be long.”
“Don’t you fucking worry.”
I jog down the hallway and then make my way to the big staircase that leads into the area where we danced earlier, taking the steps two at a time. There I find Victor, looking like he’s been drinking whiskey alone in the bar for way too long, and Lennon with a hickey the diameter of a golf ball on his throat.
“Finally.” Lennon throws his arms up. “Let’s go. Car’s out front.”
Idiot doesn’t even notice that my shirt is unbuttoned, I’m in bare feet, and I’m clearly not going anywhere. But whatever. He’s never been the sharpest knife in the set.
“You take the car. I’ll get a ride when I’m ready.”
“What? Just tell her goodbye and let’s go!” Victor slurs, waving toward the stairs.