Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92873 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92873 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 310(@300wpm)
For a torturing moment, I imagine lifting her onto my cock and making her ride me, but the clock is ticking.
Fuck it.
I’ll reschedule the flight.
Her eyes flare when I lock my hands around her waist and roll onto my back, bringing her on top of me. She’s wide awake now, no longer soft and sleepy. Her gaze comes alive with awareness and need. She’s hot and demanding when she sits up and straddles me. I let it be, letting her fulfill my fantasy.
She looks at my cock as she feels her way around it, stroking the length before tracing the tip. A groan catches in my chest when she cups my balls and squeezes like a wicked tease. She pumps me in her fist and catches the precum that spills from the tip on her finger. I nearly combust as she sticks that finger in her mouth and tastes me while giving me the hottest, dirtiest of looks.
I’m done.
Slain.
Grabbing her waist, I lift her onto her knees. She wraps a hand around the base of my cock and guides the head to her pussy. She doesn’t go slowly. No. The vixen impales herself on my cock in one swift downward swoop of her hips. I cup her breasts, filling my palms as she starts to move. Leaning back, she takes me deeper. Her soft, urgent moans fill the room. I want to slam into her—hard—but I force myself to let her set the pace.
She slides up and down, rubbing her clit over the coarse hair on my pubic bone. I smooth a hand down her body to trace my mark. The lines are embossed under my thumb. My cock twitches inside her as possession sparks in every molecule of my body.
Mine.
Forever.
No matter how.
No matter what sins I have to commit.
I want her to say it as she rocks her hips faster. Already tasting the disappointment on my tongue, I don’t ask. I understand why she won’t. I understand what I’ve broken. It’s my punishment to live with, and what an effective one it is. Just how much it pains me, she’ll never know.
“I’m close,” she says, her smile almost shy.
Fuck, I love this woman. I love everything about her.
I still, breaking my rhythm.
I love her.
The thought is foreign. Heavy. Yet also light. Miraculous. Scary.
The knowledge pierces me in a million different ways, settling with a solid weight in my mind and a feather-light touch in my heart.
I love her.
I think I always have. At first, I only loved the idea of her. Later, I fell in love with the girl. Now, she’s a part of me. She’s been a part of me from the day I learned about her existence. I can’t pretend otherwise any longer. I can’t hate her, not even if she destroys me.
Threading one hand through her hair, I pull her face to mine and kiss her lips. I move my other hand from the seal on top of her skin to the button that triggers her pleasure and make her come. The minute her pussy clenches on my cock, I shoot. I jerk my hips up, punching deeper. Never able to get enough.
Before she can escape, I press a palm on her lower back. We’re laying skin to skin, our bodies connected and her breasts flattened on my chest. She rests her cheek on my heart while I play with her hair, unwilling to end the moment. But as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.
Too soon, she pushes off me and sits up, still straddling me. My cock slips from her body.
A flush darkens her cheeks. “I think we missed our flight.”
I grin even as a strange kind of sadness rips through my ribcage. “I think you’re right.”
She hooks her hair behind her ear. “Shower?”
It’s a timid way of asking if I’ll join her.
Not wanting to kill the buzz with the heaviness of my sentiments, I slap her ass playfully. “Give me a minute to order breakfast. You didn’t eat much last night.”
She leans over, lifts the hotel phone from the receiver, and hands it to me.
I ogle her tits and the triangle between her spread legs as I order two full English breakfasts. Her blush deepens, but she lets me look. I’ve long since figured out she likes it when I stare.
Stretching to replace the phone, I gently bite her nipple. She yelps. The tip grows hard on my tongue. She tastes delicious. I should carry her to the shower, but instead I suck more of the plump curve into my mouth. Greedier, I bite harder.
This time, she moans. She spears her fingers through my hair and holds me to her, letting me devour her. A groan tears from my chest. Not enough. Never.
I shift to the edge of the bed with her on my lap and lift her when I push to my feet. She wraps her legs around me as I carry her to the bathroom. I take her in the shower again and after our shower on the floor. I take her against the wall while we’re eating breakfast and bent over the dresser before we go.