Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Wrong thing to say. Alistair pulled away again, leaving me feeling empty and horny to the point of madness. He returned seconds later…with Roger. I’d thought we were going to skip the dildo foreplay and get to the real deal, but okay. I knew this particular toy well, and the stretch and burn was familiar. Or so I’d thought.
Nothing was the same with Alistair in control. He massaged my hole with Roger’s tip, then slowly breached me, going no more than an inch…in and out, in and out. It was torture and I loved it. Or maybe I loved his steady hand stroking me like a maestro or the trail of kisses he planted on my neck as he whispered dirty sweet nothings.
“I’m going to fuck you, Win. I’m going to be so deep inside you. You’re going to beg for it. You’re going to want to feel me tomorrow and the next day. You’re going to wish you could feel my cum in your hole and—”
“Oh, fuck yes! Fuck me,” I growled.
I gasped as the dildo filled me. He didn’t shove it in haphazardly, but it was a lot. I breathed in, slowly releasing a stream of air till pleasure chased any lingering pain away. And suddenly, he was coming at me from every direction. His mouth, his fingers, and yes, that goddamn Roger.
“Is this what you wanted, love? Is this the cock you wanted?”
“No, no, no. I want you. Please,” I sputtered, licking his lips.
“Ask me nicely.”
Torture. Pure fucking torture. “Ugh! You…you, fucker.”
Alistair gently removed Roger and tossed it aside, smacking my ass hard enough to leave a handprint. “Lie down. I want to see you, naughty boy.”
Christ, he’d spanked me, called me boy, and I was so here for it, I could have cried.
I’d never moved so fast in my life. Legs up and spread wide, precum leaking on my lower abs. I was a hot mess, ready to be ridden hard. I gazed up at Alistair, who had the decency to look as close to the edge of sanity as I was. His longish hair was damp with sweat, and his hand trembled as he reached for a condom.
“No condom…just you. Please,” I blurted. “I was tested before I flew here. Your call, but whatever you do, just…fuck me. Yes, I’m begging. I need you, I want you. I—”
Alistair dropped the wrapper, lined his bare cock at my hole, and entered me with a fluid thrust that made my toes curl and my eyes roll in their sockets. He stilled for a moment as if to be sure I was okay. Then we were off to the races, fucking like animals in a carnal dance we’d become experts at in a matter of weeks.
He knew I loved it when he dragged his thumbs over my nipples, and I knew he loved it when I lifted my hips and clutched his ass cheeks in a greedy grab for more. I loved the spontaneous position changes too. One second I was staring up at the ceiling, and the next I was bouncing on his cock like a pogo stick, trying not to snicker at the squeaky bedsprings.
Alistair cracked up first, and that should have ended the sexiness. No one laughed during sex, right? You moaned, grunted, mumbled perverted praise and promises to do things that would make a hardened criminal blush, but you didn’t laugh. In a twist, I’d been missing out.
His crinkling eyes and wide grin freed something deeply joyful in me, welling to the surface on a wave that had me diving into his arms. Alistair held me close and rolled on top of me, brushing hair from my eyes as he moved.
He whispered in a language I didn’t understand—maybe French or maybe an ancient Egyptian dialect no one had spoken for centuries. It was impossibly romantic and sweet and gorgeous, and I felt myself begin to fall.
True, my orgasm was coming for me like a runaway freight train, but something else was happening too. My defenses were slipping away, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. It was scary as fuck, and yet somehow…I knew I’d be okay.
I squeezed my eyes shut and held on as he came, shooting his load inside me—another thing I’d never let another man do. I was giving pieces to him that I’d sworn I’d save for someone special. I should have been alarmed, but it felt too fucking good.
And all I could think was, Thank you, Paris.
12
ALISTAIR
“These few streets surrounding the church and the castle ruins are all there is to the town. I think less than a thousand people live here.”
Winnie leaned on the handlebars of the red bicycle he’d pulled from Françoise’s shed. “Cool. So it’ll be a short ride around the block.”
I wrinkled my nose, glancing skyward in the hopes this outing might be sidetracked by a sudden torrential rainstorm. Sadly, the weather was not going to save me. The sun glittered through autumnal leaves while a flock of birds chirped merrily.