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)
It feels like I come harder than I ever have before.
“James!” I gasp, trying not to scream and draw attention to ourselves, gripping his head firmly between my hands and tugging his hair like the mane of a wild horse.
While I’m still a quivering, boneless mess, he pulls me up off the wall and turns me around. Then he wraps his arms around me, kissing my neck from behind.
He holds me like that for a long, tender moment, and then he tugs my hair back gently with one hand and brings his mouth to the side of my throat. I hear the sound of his zipper as he pulls it down, and then he makes another sound, moving back, and I can feel his erection pressing against my backside.
“Tell me what you want,” he growls in my ear.
“Fuck me,” I say breathlessly. “I want you to fuck me like you’re making up for all the time we’ve missed, all the time we’ve been idiots.”
“I can do that,” he says, and I can hear the smile on his lips.
He grabs my hips and pulls my ass back farther, and then he pushes his cock into where I’m so very wet and apparently still needy, even after I’ve just come.
“My god,” I moan as his cock fills me, stretching me to my limits.
James takes my arms and brings them up above my head. Pinning my wrists there on the wall, he begins to move his hips, thrusting into me again and again, hard and fast, his cock pounding into me.
God it feels so good. I’ve missed this so much.
“I love you,” James says, his hips rocking against me, his voice both breathless and pained. “I love you so much, my Laila love.”
“I love you too,” I say, shivering at his words, at the feel of him deep inside me, taking me for all it’s worth.
I love him.
He loves me.
This is my dream coming true.
He takes my hair in his hand, gathering it up and bringing it over one shoulder, and then he pulls my head back and my chin up so that he can kiss me, his tongue probing deeply into my mouth, and I can taste whisky on his lips, like he had to calm his nerves before tonight.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he says, his cock pounding into me. “I can’t waste any more time not being with you, not being inside you.”
“You have me,” I say breathlessly, feeling him hard and deep inside me.
“I’m going to take you so hard, my Laila love,” he says, and I can feel the sweat beading on his forehead as it presses against my neck, the desperation of wanting me, on fire for me.
“Do it,” I tell him. “I want it. I want to feel you.”
“Fuck!” he groans, and pulls my body back hard against him, his hips slamming against me, and I can feel his balls bouncing off my ass.
He buries his face in my neck again, and he starts to pump into me wildly, his body jerking and thrusting against mine, and in the heat of everything I forget myself and start grinding back against him, meeting his every brutal thrust, moaning as he buries himself inside me over and over again.
His hands leave my wrists and grab on to my hair, twisting the strands around his fingers.
“I love you,” he pants, his thrusts becoming quicker and more urgent. “I love you and I never want to stop.”
I can’t think straight. I can only feel.
He’s moving faster and faster and my entire body is flushed with the heat of our passion.
I’m going to come.
I can feel it coming like a thunderstorm.
“Oh my god,” I gasp as my whole body begins to shake.
“Come,” James says, thrusting between my legs, his cock buried in deep, a hand reaching around and pressing in messy, slippery strokes against my clit.
“Fuck!” I cry out as every muscle in my body tenses and I start to come around him, gasping his name and gripping the wall like I’m going to crumble to pieces.
“Oh, I’m coming, I’m coming,” James grunts, slamming into me, and I feel his cock twitch and pulse as he comes, spilling into me over and over again.
We’re loud. There’s no way the staff didn’t hear us. But I’m assuming Magnus arranged this dinner for James, so perhaps he warned them in advance of what might happen.
James pulls out of me, leaving me feeling both sated and hollow, and I turn around to face him, wobbling slightly, leaning my body into his, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Laila love,” he says to me, breathing heavily, putting his hand at the back of my head and pressing a wet kiss into my forehead. “I can’t bloody see straight and yet I’m far from being done with you.”