Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
My heart is racing so fast I’m sure he can hear it. This is what I want. This is what I fantasized about. But I’m slightly terrified all the same.
I tense as he lines himself between my legs and force myself to relax as the head of him nudges inside. I blow out the air I've been holding as he inches slightly inside of my body.
"Look at me." I realize I've had my eyes squeezed shut, which is silly. I’m having sex! Finally! I need to take in every moment of this so I can replay it in my mind forever. "Wrap your
arms around my neck." I do and he nudges forward more. Fuck. It burns so bad. He's too big.
"You're too big."
He smirks at that. "I'd say that you're too tight, but there's no such thing to a man." He slides back and forth just inside of me. I know he's nowhere near all the way in. I slide my
hands into his hair, feeling the thick strands under my fingers, reveling in being this close to him, able to examine the flecks in his brown eyes from the moonlight lighting the room.
He moves a hand to my clit and rubs it, causing me to relax my muscles, and then thrusts his hips forward all the way.
That feels… horrible, actually. I scrunch my eyes closed and turn my head away.
"Sophie, Sophie, Sophie." He's kissing my closed eyelids, turning my head back to him. "Open your eyes, doll."
I do, and realize I've got both palms against his chest, trying to physically push him off of me. He kisses me again and I stop pushing and put my arms back around his neck, pulling him
closer.
"Your pussy is gripping me so fucking tight."
"It's too tight." I exhale.
"How's this part?" he asks, kissing my neck. "Not quite what you thought?"
"You're just so much bigger than I fantasized."
His chest shakes and his lips move across my jaw. "And you're every man's fantasy with your dirty talk and you're not even trying."
I smile at this and pull his lips to mine and then test moving my hips a little. He follows my lead that I'm ready for more and withdraws before sinking back in. "Hmm, that's good." I
sigh.
"You're so fucking sweet." He withdraws and thrusts. "It makes me want to do things to you, Sophie. Filthy things." He twists my nipple as he moves inside of me. "It makes me want to
shove my cock down your throat"—he kisses me there—"until you gag on me."
I grab his jaw and kiss him, our tongues wrangling and thrusting in rhythm to his cock thrusting between my thighs. He's so deep his balls slap against my ass as he bangs into me.
"I want to come all over your tits"—he slaps one—"and then smear it all over your chest until it dries." He pulls my left leg up, hanging it over his elbow, changing the penetration. I
gasp as he thrusts. It feels different this way. "I want to shove things in your ass." He groans and licks a line of sweat trickling between my breasts and I arch my back, allowing him
better access. "I'd start with my thumb, Sophie." He withdraws and slams back in. It's so tight, the friction is making me insane. "But I wouldn't be satisfied until you were bent over
and my dick was in your ass."
I come undone then. And this, the feeling of coming stretched around his cock, is like nothing I could have imagined.
I'm so tight after coming, it's a fine line between enjoyment and pain as Luke thrusts again. He exhales above me, his breath ragged with exertion as he comes himself. And that, hearing
him come while inside of me, feeling his breath against the side of my face on each exhale, that is something I will never forget.
Chapter 14
"That guy keeps staring at you," Everly murmurs to me as she wipes down the counter at Grind Me.
"Does he?" I respond, not interested. Random guys hanging out in coffee shops do not concern me.
"He's probably a security detail hired by Dr. Miller to ensure your safety." Everly eyes him from behind the bakery case.
I pause and look at her. "You just said so many ridiculous things I'm not sure where to begin responding."
"Oh, take your time." Everly hops onto the back counter.
I laugh. "Okay, one, that man out there is not anyone's security detail." Everly shrugs so I continue. "Two, I’m not in any danger. And three, Luke isn't doing anything for me. We didn't
leave things like that."
Everly examines the French manicure left over from her brother's wedding last weekend as she responds. "One"—she eyes the kid sitting alone by the window—"truth. Two, in romance novels
the heroine is always in danger. Three, there's no way Luke is done with you."