Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I don't even bother fighting the urge to come. There's no way I can be embarrassed by it. Hell, I should be proud I didn't explode against his mouth the second he put it on me.
"Roman!" I yell, realizing a little too late that someone might hear exactly what we're doing in here right now, but other than Eli, I don't imagine it would be an issue for anyone else in the house.
He doesn't stop. He doesn't pause. He doubles down on the suction, and when two of those very talented fingers come into play, pressing just an inch or so inside of me, I lose my mind. My body convulses so hard I feel like I'm going to get a Charlie horse in my spine, but it doesn't stop the orgasm. It doesn't stop the convulsions and clenching of my core.
"Fuck me," he says once it's over.
The cold air hits me. and I screech when he sits up abruptly, pulling the covers off me completely.
"Are you insane?" I snap, trying to reach for the blankets.
"Did you see what you've done?" he asks, pointing between my legs.
My entire face flames with embarrassment when I look down and see the wet mess I've made on his mattress.
"I'm so sorry," I mutter, holding my hands up to cover my face.
"Sorry? Are you fucking serious? The best fucking day of my life."
He climbs off the bed, but instead of going to the bathroom to get a towel to help clean up the mess, he opens his bedside table, pulling out an unopened box of condoms.
He tears into it with his teeth like a rabid animal, his eyes locked on me the entire time.
"I need to clean this up. I can't believe I did that," I say as I lower one foot to the floor.
"Get off the bed, and I'll fuck you on the floor," he growls before ripping a condom from the strand and opening it with his teeth.
My insides turn to jelly at the sight of him rolling the latex down his thick and ready cock.
"Wanna make love to you," he says as he inches closer to me. "Wanna hold you, fuck into you nice and slow. Wanna take my time and make you come over and over and over before following you over the edge."
"I want that too," I whisper as he covers me with his body.
"That's not what's going to happen right now," he says, his mouth right next to my ear as he lifts one leg and urges it up high on his hip. The other leg follows, leaving me splayed open for him. "Right now, I need to fuck you just to take the edge off."
"Okay," I readily agree, because I'm down for whatever. No matter how it happens, I know he's going to make it really, really good for me.
Before I can say another word, his hips shift back and he stabs forward, sinking his cock to the base inside of me.
The ache of being intruded so quickly makes me gasp for breath.
"Sorry," he whispers, but he pulls back and slams forward a second time.
"Don't be. Mmm," I moan, my mouth growing drier with every panting breath.
I cling to him, my arms wrapped around his body, but he pulls away, positioning his body so he's back on his heels, cock buried deep inside of me.
Maybe I should feel a certain way about his obsession with watching his cock disappear inside of me, but it only heightens the experience. The way he stares down as if he's in awe of what he's doing makes my core clamp around his cock, and I grin at him when he looks up at me.
"I'm fucking obsessed with you," he whispers, hips still working in a sawing motion. "You're fucking mine, Caitlyn."
I dip my head, wanting to be his more than anything else I've wanted in as long as I can remember.
"Yours," I manage. "Own me."
His mouth drops open, one hand gripping my hip as he presses forward. His other hand drops between my legs, his thumb swiping over my already sensitive clit.
"Fuck," he grunts, burying himself inside of me.
I come at the first pulse of his cock, and not for the first time wishing he was bare. I know it's a conversation we need to have. I also know we're in no place to have children right now, but it's something we need to discuss at a later time.
His body jerks as if he's being repeatedly shocked by electricity as we orgasm together.
I feel liquid when it's over, my arms and legs falling to the bed a second before he crashes forward, aware enough that his arms catch most of his weight before he cages me on the mattress.
"I don't ever want to get used to feeling like this," he whispers, his breath coating the skin between my breasts.