Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I slept during most of the flight, which I was thankful for because my stomach wasn’t settled today. I’d eaten some toast for breakfast while Blaise scowled. He’d wanted me to eat something more. He wasn’t pushing me though. Not after yesterday. I was still accepting the truth.
My head was resting on his shoulder as we rode in the back of the limo that had picked us up at the airport. He had woken me up before landing so I wouldn’t be startled. I needed an anchor to keep from losing myself, and Blaise was that for me. What I felt for him went much deeper than love or lust. It was frightening to accept that I needed him like I did.
“You can go get in bed when we get home,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “I’ll let you sleep before I fuck you.”
The casualness in his tone as he said it made me smile. A real smile, not one I had to force.
I tilted my head back to look up at him. The perfect lines of his face and his firm jawline, set off by the green of his eyes, only highlighted the seductive, wicked appeal of his appearance. There was a reason women loved him, even without the knowledge of his power or wealth. It was an unfair advantage he had in this life.
“What if I want fucked first?” The words spilled from my lips before I could think them through.
Since I’d opened my eyes this morning, I’d craved connection. The reminder that I existed and I meant something to someone. Sex wouldn’t heal what was broken inside me, but it would make me forget the betrayal. Blaise made me feel alive, important, wanted. Being with him gave me a reassurance that my brokenness needed so desperately.
His gaze darkened immediately. “Say that again,” he said.
“What if I want fucked first?” I repeated.
A devilish smile spread across his face. “I like hearing you say fucked.”
I snuggled back against him, drawing relief from the pain buried inside of me simply from his touch. His hand slid between my thighs, and I uncrossed my legs, wanting nothing more than contact. He’d been careful not to touch me sexually since yesterday. Having his hand there was an unspoken promise to make me forget it all. If only for a short time. To escape into a place only he could take me. Where nothing mattered but being joined with him.
“You wore a sundress.” He sounded pleased.
I nodded, but said nothing.
“Open your legs wider.” He demanded.
I obeyed as a thrill ran through my body. It felt naughty to be doing this in the back of a limo. It felt public, although the windows were tinted. With reckless abandon, I would do what he wanted. Give him what he asked for.
My gaze dropped to my lap, and I watched his hand moved up my right thigh until he met the wet fabric of my panties.
“Soaked already?” His tone was amused. “Take them off, Madeline.”
I lifted my hips and pushed them down until I could kick them free. His hands went to the zipper on the back of the sundress, and as he slid it down, the straps on my shoulders fell until my bare breasts were exposed. I leaned back, and his eyes dropped to my chest. He began unzipping his jeans. When he had his erection free, he slowly stroked it while he looked at me. I licked my lips in anticipation, loving how his large, tanned hand looked, wrapped around himself as he slid it up and down, finding pleasure as he looked at me.
“Straddle me.” His deep voice was husky now.
I was ready to do anything he asked of me. I stood up as much as the limo would allow causing my sundress to fall further down my body, then shook my hips enough to make it slip down to the floor. His eyes followed me, locking in on my breasts as they swayed with my movements. I stepped over my dress before straddling him, wearing only my heels. He held his cock in one hand as his other went to my waist and guided me down onto the engorged head.
“Ride my dick.” His voice was thick with the same urgency I felt clawing just under the surface.
I sank all the way down until he was completely inside of me. A cry escaped me when I was fully stretched and full of him. I glanced back over my shoulder toward the front of the limo. The opening between the driver and us was closed.
“Fuck me, baby. Don’t worry about him,” Blaise said, grabbing my waist.
I started to move my hips up and down his thick shaft. The friction on my clit was different from this angle, and I started to speed up until I was bouncing. Blaise leaned forward and took one of my nipples in his mouth and began to suck. I moaned with pleasure and held on to his shoulders while I rode him. Having the control was powerful. I was using his body to get my pleasure. I could feel my release building and bounced harder, forcing him even deeper.