Total pages in book: 225
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 218500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1093(@200wpm)___ 874(@250wpm)___ 728(@300wpm)
Her ass shakes with the slap, and she cries out, spit and cum all over her chin soaking into the sheets.
Moving my hand enough to admire the stark pink handprint across her cheeks, I plunge three fingers into her sopping wet pussy.
She grunts and fists my sheets hard, her face on my thigh, her little tongue darting forward to lick at my cock. I pull my fingers out, slap her ass again and demand, “Open your legs wide, Chloe. Right fucking now. Show me what’s mine.” I shove her toward the bottom of the bed and get to my knees behind her, spreading her ass cheeks wide as she opens her legs like the good girl she is, gripping the bench at the foot of the bed.
Her asshole is swollen. Her cunt is soaked. Looks raw. Well-used. She’s panting. She’s loving every minute of this.
A phone rings. Not my tone. It’s coming from her bag. She makes no moves to go for it as I bury my face in her ass cheeks and slurp all I can get into my mouth, licking from her clit to her asshole. I slap her ass again and flip her to her back before I drag her up a foot so she’s fully on the bed instead of half hanging off the bench.
I land a hard slap on her pussy making her squeak. Her mouth is open and her pupils are blown as she watches me slap it a second time. She jerks as a reaction but makes no moves that make me think she doesn’t want more.
“Legs wider,” I order.
She complies, fisting the disheveled bedding with both hands. She spreads them as wide as they’ll go. I move up and take my hard-again cock into my hand and slap her clit with it.
She arches for me, whimpering.
I slap her with my cock again. “You like that?” I ask.
She nods, eyes closing.
“Eyes on me, baby,” I order and hers snap open obediently.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” I tell her. “Beautiful spread wide for me like this. Taking whatever I plan to give you. Giving me whatever I want. Such a good girl.”
She whimpers again, looking drunk on me, looking like I’ve just told her I’m gonna buy her anything in the world she wants.
My lips meet hers and I slide inside her pussy again, this time giving it to her slow, deep, with our mouths connected as I pump and pump until I spill the last load I’ve got in me for at least a couple hours.
She clings to me like she needs me. And it’s heady as fuck. I’ve never wanted this feeling I’ve got, never knew this existed.
I turn to my back, bringing her with me so that she’s on top of me and haul a corner of the comforter up and then flick it so it billows out and covers us. The sheets are half off the bed, and that would normally irritate me. But I don’t give a fuck tonight. I could stay here like this for eternity with her. She’s got my cum in her pussy, her ass, and down her throat as she falls asleep on top of me. Nothing has felt more right.
My eyes coast over her body in the moonlight and land on her left hand, which is on my chest. She took that engagement ring off sometime after we left the gym. A smile spreads across my face. And I know it probably looks sinister. With good reason.
I wake up to the muffled sound of my phone ringing.
I manage to pry one eye open, feeling like a zombie.
I take in the sharpening image of what’s in front of me. An expanse of muscled torso.
Derek Steele.
We’re lying on our sides, my head tucked under his chin, most of me plastered against his body heat. I move back a little. Both of his arms are around me so one of his arms is my current pillow.
Many illicit images assault all my senses at once. Images of last night. Of the things he did to me. Of the things I did to him. So. Much. Fucking.
My belly takes a nosedive at the memories. I ticked several boxes on my sexy bucket list last night. My belly takes another dip. Wow, that was some dirty sex. And though it went on and on and on, every minute of it was amazing. I never got bored, it never felt monotonous, I didn’t want it to end.
This room is drenched with light, which means I stayed all night and slept like the dead. Did he want me to leave afterwards? I don’t know the etiquette for a hookup.
If he wanted me gone he probably wouldn’t have cuddled with me afterwards. He did more than cuddle me. He pretty much swaddled me like a baby. I fell asleep on his chest, his arms around me, and I slept deeper than I can recall sleeping in months.