Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
I listen to the sounds of her moans and the wetness of my dick sliding into her heat. Hell, it’s sweeter than any symphony. It’s more captivating than any crescendo. It grips me entirely and makes it impossible for anything else to exist or to matter.
“Oh, Matt,” she moans, reaching up and grabbing my face with both hands.
She turns my gaze to her face as if she wants me to look at her in the final moments of her pleasure. Yet, thinking “final moments” is misleading. She hovers in ecstasy for what feels like a universe of time, my hips moving so fast my body aches, the bed whining as she rocks in time with me.
She slides her hands down to my neck, gripping as if she never wants to let go. I push deeper, harder, making her feel every pulsing inch, every hungry thrust. She digs her nails in so that I know she’s going to leave marks, maybe scars, and that just makes me fuck her even more fiercely.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she gasps. “Oh my …”
She squeezes her legs around me as the orgasm takes hold of her, her hands falling from me as if she can’t grip anymore. Her movements get even quicker, like chasing her crescendo with even more passion.
At the last moments, I collapse against her. My dick is pulsing so damn intensely, fire rushing up my solid shaft, my entire world fixated on the feeling of her tightness, her soft and wet lips, her moans, her music—her.
No, it’s our music.
As her pussy pulses around my dick, pleasure sliding down my length, my dick erupts with the same sizzling feeling. She finds my lips in the final moments, fusing us as we melt into each other.
“I love you,” she moans, then she shudders. “Oh, God. I’m suh—”
Sorry, she was going to say, and maybe I should let her. Perhaps I should try to be reasonable, but I can’t stand the idea of our first time being ruined by her feeling the need to apologize when she never has to say sorry to me.
“I love you too,” I groan as come erupts out of my dick, shooting into her warm heat.
“Don’t … just … say … that …”
“I loved you the first time I saw your channel,” I growl. “I loved you after the first text we sent. I … love … you!”
As the heat of our bodies sears even brighter, I don’t just believe it. I know it’s true.
Finally, we collapse against each other in a heap, my dick aching as it wilts inside of her.
“We didn’t use protection,” I murmur as I lie next to her, lifting my arm to make a space for her to fit perfectly into.
“Shh,” she whispers. “I don’t care. It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to think about that now. Just hold me. Let’s sleep together.” She laughs adorably. “I mean, really sleep together.”
So that’s what we do. I quickly set an alarm to ensure we return to the estate sooner rather than later. We shouldn’t be here without security, but I’m sure nobody followed us. I’ve got my gun, just in case.
Soon, I fall into a deeper sleep than I’ve experienced in years.
It’s a goddamn mistake.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
BELLA
Imove as quietly and ninja-like as I used to when I was a kid, sneaking out to meet Emily. I wasn’t much of a party animal, but we’d head into the night together now and then. Though busy with all her jobs, Mom was still attentive when she was home, so I had to be careful.
Now, I stand over the bed, looking down at my man—my man. I don’t care if others think we rushed things with the “I love you” exchange. The fact is, I might die tonight, but I refuse to put other people’s lives at risk. Mom insisted she be at the party. Sofia is determined.
When Orlando Gallo somehow found my cell number and texted me, I knew I had to arrange something. I knew I had to take my chance. It happened tonight, his taunting beginning with, I’m going to cut your mommy into pieces unless you agree to meet.
Those weren’t just empty threats. Thinking about the other thing almost makes me cry.
He thinks I’m some misguided little girl, some scared bird. Let him believe that. Let him be deluded. Let him underestimate me. That’s exactly what I need if I’m going to make this work.
Leaning down, I wince when Matt suddenly opens his eyes. He catches me with my hand inside his suit jacket pocket, my hand wrapped around the grip of his gun.
“What are you doing?” he snarls.
I swallow, looking straight into his eyes. My body is still ablaze with what we did, the lust pulsing between us, the heat of his grinding into me, almost like we were made for each other. No, not almost. I don’t care if the human body naturally releases a bunch of chemicals when a person has sex. If this isn’t love, then what the hell is?