Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“As much as I love this, stop.” I do as he says and pull back. Sliding the condom onto his hard cock, I shuffle my hips forward until I’m basically riding him without him being inside me.
“Can I move my hands now?” he asks. I lean forward, making sure my clit is rubbing against him, and start moving. I’ve found by using a vibrator that my favorite way to be stimulated is from the outside, with plenty of pressure. I never once came with Cody—it was all about him. I had to learn on my own what I like and how to make myself come.
And that’s what I did.
I touch my lips to his as I circle my hips. Milo moves his hands and threads them through my hair, pulling it free from its bun so it falls in my face, but that doesn’t stop our kiss.
I’m not sure anything would stop us at this point. He thrusts up to meet me as I grind on him, and then he slides a hand between us and slips himself inside me. I gasp into his mouth, but he holds me to him, gripping my ass and sliding me up and down.
So I can feel every movement.
Every. Single. One.
The pressure on my clit, the fullness, and something inside make me feel like I just need to keep moving my hips. He gets it and takes full control, all the while not breaking our kiss.
He has skills.
And he knows exactly what he’s doing, and he’s doing it well.
My hands tangle in his hair, and he’s careful not to hurt me, his touch and his movements tender, but I know he’s holding back.
I wonder what it would be like to fuck him with no obstacles because what he is doing right now is so simple, yet it’s the most pleasure I have ever felt.
I can’t think like that, though.
One night, and that’s it.
Gripping his hair, I feel myself starting to come.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” He stops thrusting, his hands on my ass, halting my movements. I try to fight against him, but all he does is smirk. “I let you have your playtime, Pretty Lady. Now it’s my turn.” He sits up carefully, still inside me, but as I go to lift off him, he shakes his head. I listen, not really sure why, as he flips us so he’s on top. He pulls out, but as he does, he mutters a swear word.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, going to cover up, but he moves my hand away.
“Where did you go just then, in your head?” he asks. Standing, he walks to the closet and gets something, and then he stops at the bed to grab two pillows before returning to me.
When I don’t answer, his eyes lock on me. “Elizabeth. Where did you just go in your head?” I say nothing. “Never cover up around me.” His voice drops to a low growl, and he leans down, his cock still hard.
He lifts my head gently and places a pillow under it. “You’ll tell me if I get too rough?” he asks, his hand caressing down my neck, fingers dragging between my breasts before they stop on my stomach. “Lift.” I’m confused at first until he taps my hips. “Lift.” I do, and he slides the other pillow under my lower back and buttocks. “Are you okay?” Milo questions before he reaches for whatever he brought from the closet.
“It’s all new, never been used,” he assures me as he pulls out a cock ring. I’ve seen them but never used one. Then he opens the second box. Two little clamps sit inside. I scrunch my brows before he smiles. “For you.”
“Will it hurt?” I ask.
“Only in the best possible way.”
And I believe him.
Chapter 24
Lissie
“How long can a one-night stand actually last?”
I’m having a one-night stand with the town’s bad boy.
I never thought that sentence would refer to me and Milo, but I’m really glad it does.
Milo Savage has been a torment for me for years. He’s filtered his way into my thoughts without permission. I’ve tried not to give it too much thought, but it’s hard when it comes to this man.
“Where did you go?”
I glance at Milo, those dark eyes staring back at me.
“I was thinking about you,” I confess.
“And?”
“Have you ever been in love, Milo?”
His brows raise at the question. “You want to talk about love while I’m about to fuck you?” He chuckles. “Maybe another day. I only have one night, right?” His last words are absolutely a question—he wants to know if he’ll truly only get one night with me.
“You know that’s how it has to be.”
“If you say so.” He doesn’t sound convinced as he slides on the cock ring and then moves toward me. Pushing my legs to either side, he situates himself on his knees between them. Leaning forward, he takes my nipple into his mouth. He tastes, his tongue swirling around the bud before he bites it ever so lightly. I go to thread my fingers through his hair, and he stops what he’s doing, lifts his head from my puckered nipple, and places a clamp on it. I peer down—the pressure is a lot, but it’s nice. I like it. How did I not know they would feel this good? When he applies the clamp on the other nipple, I breathe a heavy sigh of relief that they are both the same now.