Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
There was a bed, I’d seen that much when we walked in, and so I broke the kiss and stepped back. He took hold of my waist to keep me still.
“Stay here,” he husked, taking a step forward when I took one back.
“Talk to me about the sheets on that thing,” I inquired, holding his gaze, not looking away, taking another step toward the bed with him moving with me, fluidly, like a dance.
“They’re clean, everything’s clean,” he promised, and I saw how big his pupils were, how flushed he was, and how often he licked his lips. “Noah told me no one knows the room is even here besides him and Dante. They found it when they were renovating.”
“Why did Noah tell you about the room?”
“So that if we needed to be alone, really alone, we could be.”
“There’s our room.”
“No,” he whispered as the back of my thighs hit the bed. “People would knock on the door, want to say something, tell us something, but for right now, it can just be us.”
“And why is that important?” I asked, staring into the gunmetal eyes I loved that had darkened now with desire.
“Because I need you.”
As though I would ever argue with him. “Then I’m all yours.”
Hands on my shoulders, he sat me down on the bed and knelt to unlace my dress shoes. I watched as he looked up, smiled at me, and then went to work on my belt, and then the button on my pants before slowly unzipping my fly.
“Could we hurry this along before I die?”
He chuckled as he shoved me back, and I arched a bit off the bed to make it easier for him to pull both pants and briefs down to my knees.
“Why don’t you get naked and ride—oh,” I moaned as he licked slowly over the swollen head of my cock.
“What was that?”
“Nothing,” I rasped as he licked a long line up the side and then laved the head again before taking me down the back of his throat.
I yelled his name.
“That’s it,” he murmured, taking hold of my length, tonguing the base, before taking a quick bite of my thigh. “Want me more.”
I was going to tell him it wasn’t possible, but he engulfed my cock again, sucking hard, his hand tightening at the same time, and I couldn’t think of anything but his mouth on me.
It was good. The man I was marrying was gifted, but I wanted all of him.
When I fisted my hand in his hair and pulled, he lifted slowly, and I watched as my shaft slipped slowly, inch by inch, from between his lips.
“Why stop?” His voice was silky and soft.
“Pull these off.”
Freeing me from my pants and underwear, he stared at me. “You have no idea how sexy you are.”
As long as he thought so. “Stand up,” I ordered him. “Take off your clothes.”
He did as I demanded, and I watched him strip as I moved up on the bed, to the pillows, and propped two behind my head.
My fiancé was beautiful, inside and out, but all that smooth, tawny skin over long, sleek muscles was a sight to behold.
“I love that you look at me like I’m the one who’s perfect,” he said, getting a packet of lube from his suit jacket. He then got on the end of the bed and crawled up to me, finally straddling my hips.
“You are perfect,” I said gruffly, watching as he ripped open the packet with his teeth and coated my cock, stroking me from head to balls, making my breath catch.
“You’re confused, but that’s okay,” he soothed me, lifting up, notching my already leaking head against his crease, pressing slowly down, taking me inside. “My beautiful man.”
“Grab hold of your cock,” I demanded. “Use what’s left on your hand to slick it up.”
He followed directions and then stopped because he knew what I really wanted, knew what we did in our bed at home, and placed both hands on my chest, leaning forward and then pressing back, levering down further, sinking over me.
I worked his slippery cock, my grip tight, as I moved at the same time he did, the same rhythm of his rise and fall, the back and forth of his rocking until he was impaled on my length and I was buried in his body.
“Fuck,” I groaned because he felt so good. “Kiss me now.”
He melted over me, boneless, his tongue rubbing over mine, his hands on my shoulders, his muscles clenched around my cock.
Pushing up, needing to move, to thrust, I broke the kiss, wrapped him in my arms, and rolled him to his back, pinning him under me, driving deep.
“Oh, George, please,” he pleaded loudly, slipping his hands under the headboard, wrapping his legs around my hips.
I kissed him hard, devouring his mouth, sucking on his tongue, pumping slowly into him, each stroke deeper than the last.