Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
For this.
I finger the worn leather.
After all this time...
I’m going to take care of something I should have done long ago.
EPISODE 159
AND ANOTHER FALLS
Ariel
Alex moves away for a moment and returns with a condom covering his gorgeous cock.
“I’m going to sink myself into that sweet pussy,” he says. “I need to lose myself in you, Ariel. Lose myself. I’m going to fuck you hard, fuck you fast, and when I’m done, I’m going to do it all over again.”
I simply smile.
And he thrusts into me.
The world narrows to Alex and me. He stretches me, fills me, and that first thrust is like a bomb going off inside my body. It’s intense, the pleasure so sharp it borders on pain. I gasp and wrap my legs around his waist.
His groan is deep and guttural, and it vibrates through me as he begins to move. His rhythm is punishing, his movements unhinged. He’s not gentle. He’s not the Alex who held me, whose touch was light and careful.
He’s not the Alex who refused to fuck me the night of our date.
Not even the Alex who had a threesome with June and me.
This is different.
This is raw need.
Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, each one more potent than the last. He crushes his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss that silences my moans. There’s nothing left of the man who held back before.
“Say my name,” he growls against my lips as he slides his hand between us to press against the throbbing nub of flesh between my legs. “Say it, Ariel. Say my name. Tell me you know who’s fucking you.”
What happened to gentle Alex? The nerdy author who wears glasses that make him look even hotter?
The Alex who—
“Damn it, Ariel,” he demands through gritted teeth. “Say my fucking name.”
“Alex...” I whimper.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he says. “Say it. Say you know who’s fucking you.”
“You are, Alex. You’re fucking me.”
“You want to come, Ariel? Does that tight little pussy want to come?”
His words are a heady mix of filth and decadence that send the world narrowing to the pleasure pulsating between my legs.
“Yes,” I gasp out, arching against him.
He quickens his pace, driving into me with an animal ferocity.
I’m spiraling, spiraling, spiraling...
Every touch... Every movement... It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. Desperation claws at me.
“Do it,” Alex commands. “Come for me, sweet little Ariel. Come all over my hard fucking cock.”
At his command, I release, shattering into a climax so intense that it’s almost frightening.
He roars and slams into me one final time, his body going rigid above mine. The pulsations of his climax sync with mine, and I swear it amplifies my own pleasure.
It’s amazing, unique, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
For a long time, we remain still, two bodies intertwined.
Until he rolls off me, disposes of the condom, and then returns and pulls me against him. I rest my head on his hard chest as he traces patterns on my back.
His heart beats under my ear, a rhythm lulling me into a sense of peace. It’s a strange contrast to what just happened.
“I’m sorry,” Alex murmurs after a while, his voice raspy and hoarse from all the gasping and groaning. “I didn’t mean to...”
I cut him off by pressing my finger against his lips. “Don’t apologize,” I say. “It was wonderful. You said you wouldn’t be gentle. I knew what it would be like. It was wonderful, Alex. Amazing. I wouldn’t change a thing. You needed it. I needed it. Please don’t ruin it with regrets and apologies.”
“Okay,” he says. His voice is soft, barely above a whisper.
My heart aches with the tenderness of the moment, with the intensity of everything we’ve shared. I trace the contours of his face, his stubble scraping my fingers. He turns into my touch and presses a soft kiss to my palm.
“You can talk to me,” I say. “If you want to, I mean. About Jake.”
His body tenses under mine.
“Or not,” I say quickly. “You don’t have to say another word. It’s all good, Alex. I’m good.”
Silence for a few more minutes, until—
“Damn.”
“What?” I ask.
“I have that date tonight. With Emily.”
My heart sinks. Yes. The date. I absently trail my hand down to the bandage on my leg.
“Oh, no,” Alex says. “I wasn’t even careful about your leg. Are you okay?”
“It’s fine. I should... I should go. Check the bandage and all. I should—”
He kisses my lips before I say any more. “Stay,” he says. “I’ll break the date.”
“You can’t. Emily chose you. It was her prize for winning the cook-off.”
He sighs. “My heart won’t be in it.”
“Oh?”
“My heart will be with you, Ariel. I can’t believe this happened to me so quickly. Especially after...”
“After what?”
“After Sienna the first night. And then the thing with June. But they aren’t...”
“What? They aren’t what?”