Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
She sucks in a sharp breath, holding it.
“Breathe, baby,” I whisper. “I’m gonna come in your sweet pussy and you’re gonna come again, too.”
Her eyes lock with mine, arousal pooling in them as I gently stroke her clit and speed up my thrusts.
“Oh, God,” she whispers. “Dalton...”
My body tightens, clinging to the edge of release. I won’t go until she does. She’s so close.
A few more seconds and her thighs lock up, pressing on my shoulders as she trembles with the force of her orgasm, a hand clamped over her mouth. It only takes a couple more thrusts for me to follow, silently groaning as I spill myself into her.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It was my first time coming inside a woman. We should have talked about protection before, but I get tested regularly and I haven’t had sex since my last test, so I know I’m good.
That conversation can wait. For now, I just want to live in this moment. I look around the room.
“Do you want some tissues?”
She smiles lazily. “Not yet. I’ll get something in a minute.”
I stretch out beside her on my side, kissing her forehead, her cheek, her nose, her chin, and then her lips.
“You probably hear this a lot, but that was the most incredible sex of my life,” I whisper against her lips.
She laughs softly. “Same, and I’m guessing you’re the one who hears it a lot.”
I run my hand from her hip to her stomach. “No, Alice. Really. I’ve never come inside a woman before.”
Her eyes widen. “Did I make you do something you didn’t want to do?”
“Fuck no. I don’t mean it like that. I wanted that more than I wanted to keep breathing, and I’m hoping to do it again later. I just...” I run my fingertips over her jawline. “It’s because it’s you. I needed this with you.”
Her expression softens. “Me too. And I’m on birth control.”
I gently trace the lines of her collarbone, her breasts, her shoulder.
“I’ve never been able to come twice like that,” she whispers. “And the second one...I’ve never come that hard before.”
Pride fills my chest. I couldn’t be her first, but I’d rather be her best. I trail my fingertips down her body, running them over her smooth, slick slit.
“It’s so fucking hot that you’re full of my cum right now.” I smile sheepishly. “I don’t mean to blow off the sweet talk, but your body...I’m hard again already. I want more of you. As much as you’ll give me.”
I’m already thinking about rubbing a load of cum around the rim of her ass while I eat her pussy. I want to make her come again and again and again.
It was feelings that brought me to her bed, but there’s also a raw, animalistic attraction that I can’t fight. I want to be with her. In bed. Over breakfast. Out with friends.
I can’t tell her that yet, though. She’ll think I’m crazy for already being so sure about us.
I am, though. Alice Morrow is the woman I’ll never get over if she slips through my fingers.
fifteen
Alice
“Good morning.”
I greet Farrah with a smile even though it’s zero dark thirty and I’m exhausted. Dalton spent his fourth night in a row in my room last night, and even though I made him promise we’d be sleeping by midnight, we were up until almost two a.m.
I’m grateful I do yoga--for the first time ever--because I’d be too sore to walk without it. Between riding him repeatedly, having my knees pushed up to my ears while he pounds me and being bent over more times than I can count, I’m still upright, and that’s a win.
“I was hoping you’d get here first,” Farrah says, her eyes narrowed. “I’m so fucking pissed, Alice. I don’t even want to do yoga today.”
Oh, hell yes. Maybe I can go back to bed for a couple of hours.
“What’s wrong?”
“Dalton’s a snake. That’s what’s wrong.”
My heart skips a beat. She knows. She’s going to fire me and I won’t be able to help my parents anymore. What was I thinking, being so selfish? I should have known better.
I’m about to spill my guts when she cuts me off.
“He’s sleeping with someone in the house, and we’re going to figure out who it is.”
“Um...what?” My stomach dips like I just tipped over the top of a huge hill on a rollercoaster.
“I knew something was up. He’s been so weird with me lately. I went to his room last night at eleven forty-five and he wasn’t there.”
“Oh.”
She doesn’t know it’s me. This is bad, though, because she’ll figure it out. How can I make her second-guess her theory?
“Maybe he was just walking on the beach or something. Or hanging out with JP.”
She shakes her head. “I checked everywhere and I couldn’t find him. And I went to check his room again on my way here, at”--she looks at her watch--“five forty-five a.m., and he still wasn’t there. His bed is still made.”