Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 59432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
She leaned down over me, brushing her perfect tits against my chest. She set a slow rhythm, as if trying to get used to my length inside her. It wasn’t enough. I thrust up into her, meeting her strokes with pure animal lust to take everything she had. She was panting, each breath hot between her parted lips. I spread one palm over her ass and fisted her hair with the other.
I crushed our mouths together as our bodies melded into one. She moaned and sped her pace, gliding back and forth on my shaft and rubbing her clit against me. I wanted it in my mouth, but my cock wouldn’t relinquish her tight heat for anything. I was rough, claiming her mouth and pulling her hair. She dug her nails into my chest as she rode me, all reservations gone, surrendered to our mutual pleasure.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I flipped her onto her back and spread her legs wide beneath me. I sat back and fed each inch into her flushed pussy. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, making my balls pull up even tighter against me.
“Fucking beautiful, Stella.”
“Sin,” she breathed.
She’d never called me that. I would put that one rasping word on replay in my mind every time I stroked off to thoughts of her tight body.
I rammed myself home, all gentleness gone. I needed her, all of her. She gasped as I lay on top of her and pistoned into her. She grabbed tight onto my shoulders as I fastened my mouth to her neck, the slight salt of her sweat perfect on my tongue. She dug her heels into my back as I ground my cock into her softest skin.
Her hips were pinned, but she still managed to push against me, adding even more roughness to our frantic fucking.
“You like that, Stella? My cock deep inside you?”
“God, yes,” she cried.
“Not god, Stella.” I gave her some longer, harder strokes, and my cock demanded I explode inside her.
“Sin.” She arched her back, rubbing her tits against me.
“Better.” I bent my head down and pulled a stiff nipple into my mouth, sucking it as I pounded into her.
She scored her hands through my hair. “I’m so close.”
I grazed her nipple with my teeth before I raised my head up to meet her lusty gaze. “Yeah?”
I smoothed my hand down her stomach and leaned back, watching her tits bounce beautifully with each impact. I pulled her hips further up to me so I could stay just as deep. Because I was a selfish asshole.
I put one hand on her hip to keep her pinned beneath me then licked my other thumb and pressed the pad against her clit.
She bucked when I touched her sensitive nub.
“Look at me, Stella. I want you to tell me when you come, and I want you to tell me who made you come.”
She nodded and gasped when I increased the pressure on her clit, still fucking her hard. My cock demanded release. I wouldn’t give in, not until she was clamping around me.
Her gaze locked on mine as I swirled my thumb around her clit in small circles. Her pussy pulsed, and I knew she was near the edge. I pushed her over, rubbing her clit faster until her wet walls tensed and squeezed.
“Sin!” She came with crushing pressure on my cock.
Her pussy convulsed as she gripped the rug and repeated that one word. My cock couldn’t take any more, not when I had this beautiful sight before me and her cunt milking me. I gave a final hard thrust and groaned as I shot into her, deep and hard. I filled her, each hot kick of my cock a blissful release until I was spent.
I let myself fall on top of her, feeling her last shudders as I remained buried deep inside.
Chapter Nineteen
Stella
My body was sated. My soul, bereft. What had I done? This man who had just given me the most erotic moment of my life was hell-bent on my destruction.
I turned my head toward the fire as he dropped light kisses along my neck. A traitor was here in this room, and she lived inside my breast. I thought I was playing the game, making Vinemont care about me enough to keep me safe. But an ache in my heart, one that told me I’d taken these stolen moments in too deeply, was an accusatory slap in my face.
I tried to lure him to me, to make him care. I’d done the opposite, and my heart was the one caught in the trap. Even now, I wanted to taste his lips again, to make him hard and wanting under my touch. I let out a deep breath.
“Stop.” He dropped kisses along my jaw.
“Stop what?”
“Thinking.” He took my mouth again, gentle now, reverent.