Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
He chuckles against my lips and kisses me softly but pulls away quickly.
“You’d lose your privacy,” I reiterate.
“But I’d gain you.”
I take a shaky breath. “Are you going to complain about my guy friends?”
His eyes narrow. “Define guy friends.”
I laugh. “Guy friends. Like Tiago.”
“I don’t expect you to ditch your friends, but he likes you as more than just a friend.”
“He doesn’t, and you have nothing to worry about because I’d never do anything to hurt you either.”
“He’s always touching you. I don’t like it.”
“I think I understand,” I say. “I was jealous of Ella, and you and I weren’t even together.”
He frowns. “Why?”
“You were always at events together. I thought maybe…” I shrug. “It shouldn’t have mattered since we weren’t together, but I hated seeing those pictures.”
He cups my face and tilts my head again. “You have nothing to worry about. Ever. I mean that. And not just with Ella, who’s a lesbian, by the way. If anything, I’ll be the one annoyed as fuck if she keeps checking you out the way she does.”
I smile. “You don’t have to worry about anyone either. I’ll definitely speak to Tiago, but he’s like that with everyone. I told you, he’s a touchy-feely guy.”
“Yeah, well, he can touch and feel someone who’s not my fucking girlfriend,” he growls, his grip tightening on my thighs.
I stop breathing. “Girlfriend?”
“Girlfriend, partner, whatever.” He bites my bottom lip. “As long as you’re mine.”
“And you’ll be mine?”
His mouth quirks. “I think I’ve been yours for a long time.”
My heart skips. Again. I search his face—for what, I don’t know. It’s not like I have to think about it. Things have always been different with him. It’s as if we have a magnetic pull we can’t repel. After a moment, I nod.
“Yes?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He grins and kisses me as his hands slide underneath my oversized t-shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake while he explores. My hands go to his hair and I tighten the grip of my legs around him until he moves forward and I feel him getting hard between my legs. He groans against my mouth and pulls away from me to whip my shirt over my head and throw it. His hooded eyes, hot and lustful, drink me in, as he cups both my breasts in his hands, playing with my nipples in a way that shoots straight between my legs.
His lips pull into a slow, sensual smile that makes me clench my thighs harder and grind against him. His smile drops and he hisses through his teeth, letting go of my breasts to remove my underwear and his clothes. I grip the counter and watch his cock bounce as he takes off his briefs. I bite my lip, and he makes a little growling sound that goes straight to my core. He slides his hands from my knees to the insides of my thighs, and then pushes them open wider so he can duck down and give a long lick between my folds. I grip the counter harder and throw my head back as he does it again, and then he starts to move his tongue in ways that make an orgasm quickly build.
I let go of the counter with one hand and curl my fingers into his hair as I move against him. His appreciative rumble vibrates through me, and when he starts dipping fingers inside me and matching them to the tempo of his tongue, my legs start to shake hard.
“Finn! I’m going to … fuck. I’m going to…” I gasp, searching for air that’s quickly sucked out of my lungs as an orgasm shoots through me.
He doesn’t even let me fully come down from the orgasm when he lifts me, walks to the couch, and sits down so I’m straddling him. His length is right beneath me, and I gasp when I slide against him, chasing another orgasm.
“Fuck. Yes, baby,” he hisses, hands squeezing my ass so he can take control of my movements, cursing each time I moan. “You look so beautiful grinding on my cock like this. You’re going to let me fuck you like this, aren’t you, baby? With nothing between us.”
A shiver ripples through me. “Yes. Oh, God, yes.”
He keeps the motion slow, putting his thumb right where I stop each time to add more tension, and bringing his lips down to each of my breasts. My body starts to shake from sensory overload, and I feel the familiar tightening in my core.
“That’s it. Just like that,” he says, his voice strained. He pulls back and twists my nipple while his other hand presses my clit each time I slide up to it. “Fuck. Yes. That’s it. Use my cock to make yourself come. Just like that. Fuck, you’re going to make me come, Josslyn.”
His words are too much. The tightness in my stomach returns and I squeeze my eyes shut, throwing my head back as I scream his name. I straighten to look at him as he throws his head back and shouts a curse, jets of cum landing on his taut stomach.