Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 97287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
He moves up to kiss me, his lips seeking mine out so that I can taste myself.
“You’re so beautiful, Laila,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing over my cheek. “So bloody beautiful.”
He kisses me again, and I can feel his smile against my lips. I’m boneless, completely spent, and I can only lie there and let him kiss me and touch me. I’m in danger of falling for him, and I know I should be scared, but I can’t bring myself to care. I’m safe with him. I know I am.
“Come on,” he says, moving over me. He slips an arm underneath my waist and flips me over so I’m on my stomach. I try to roll over, wanting to see him as he fucks me, but he pins me to the bed, laughter in his voice. “I’m not done with you yet.” He rests a hand on my waist, tilting my hips up so I’m on my knees and my ass exposed to him.
He lines up behind me, and then I feel the head of his cock pressing against me and I moan, arching my back, but he doesn’t enter me yet.
“Tell me what you want, Laila.” He leans forward and breathes into my ear.
“I want you,” I say, my body aching with need. I’m still trembling from the orgasms he’s given me, but I still want him inside me. I want him to pleasure me again and again and again. Put me out of my mind.
He teases me, rubbing the tip of his cock along my entrance, and I cry out.
“Please, James.”
“Tell me what you want, Laila.”
“Fuck me. Make me forget.”
“I’m going to fuck you,” he agrees. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think, can’t feel anything but me.”
The blunt tip of his cock presses against my entrance, and I wriggle my ass toward him, wanting him so badly.
But then he pulls back. “Just a minute,” he whispers, and I know he’s looking for a condom. I keep myself spread for him as he kneels up and slips one on, watching him over my shoulder, my mouth parted.
I feel him move back over me, and then he sinks into me, a deep groan escaping his lips as he fills me up, taking his time pushing inside me in a long, slow slide. I gasp and then moan, the sensation of his cock filling me up, stretching me out and making me feel complete. It’s so overwhelming that I close my eyes, reveling in it, feeling his muscles bunch against me as he pulls back and thrusts forward again, slamming back into me, and I gasp, my head falling, the pleasure so sharp and sweet it makes me gasp. His hands are on my hips, holding me in place as he pumps into me, his cock hitting just the right spot, sending shock waves of pleasure through me.
“Jesus, Laila,” he says, his voice strained. “You feel so good.”
My legs are trembling, my ass pushed up in the air as he fucks me, and I can’t stop thinking about how much I want him. I want him to ruin me, to destroy me, to make me completely his.
“Look at me,” he whispers, his hand cupping my cheek, turning my chin to the side so I can see him. His shaft moves in and out of me so slowly, his eyes burning into mine. “Look at me, Laila.”
I open my eyes, my lips parting as he continues to fuck me. His eyes never leave mine, and I feel his cock moving inside me, claiming me as his. I’m helpless beneath him, and the more he fucks me, the more I want him. The pleasure is so acute, so sharp, that it hurts, and I know we’ll never go back to what we were before. All these weeks have been leading up to this moment, to where we finally give in to each other. It was always inevitable.
We were always inevitable.
He picks up his pace, his cock pounding into me, his grip on my hips punishing. I’m crying out, my head falling forward, and he leans down so I can feel his hot breath on my neck as he fucks me.
“You’re going to come for me again, aren’t you, love?” he whispers, his lips moving over my skin, his fingers slipping between my legs until they find my clit.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please, James.”
He growls and slams into me, one big hand tight on my hips.
“That’s it, love,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. “Give it all to me.”
I am. I’m giving it all to him. Everything I have right now is his to take, and I can only hope I can trust him with it this time.
“Oh god,” he says through a groan, thrusting up deeper, his skin slapping against me. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”