Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
She nodded. “So big,” she gasped out.
“I know, Red, but it’s going to feel so fucking good once I’m inside of you.”
I finally slid home, and a whole body shiver wracked her frame. She wrapped her thighs around my hips and grasped my face in her hands, pulling my face down to hers so our lips brushed.
“Fuck me, prez.”
I slid a hand under her head and gripped her hair before pulling out and shoving back inside of her. She cried out, and I grinned. “Sure you want me to fuck you?”
“Please,” she begged.
I began to pound into her, keeping myself braced above her with my hand in her hair. My other hand groped at her body, feeling her soft curves, no doubt leaving bruises on her beautiful, pale skin. She cried out, begging me for more, her silky walls clutching at my dick like it was a life raft.
“Need you to come for me one more time, Red,” I rasped, licking up a tear as it rolled down her cheek.
She nodded despite the fact that I could tell she’d just about orgasmed all she could manage. Reaching between us, I pinched and rolled her clit, hitting that perfect spot inside of her, and she lost it. She screamed my name, squirting all over me as I erupted into the condom, growling her name.
I quickly rolled us to the side and wrapped my arms around her, holding her trembling body close to mine. The comforter was drenched, but I’d deal with that once I was sure my knees wouldn’t give out on me and she wouldn’t go into shock.
“That was…” her voice trailed off, obviously lost for words. She glanced up at me. “Is it always like that for you?”
I huskily laughed and shook my head, leaning down to softly kiss her. “That was a first for me, Red.” I slid a hand over her curves. My cock hardened again between us, but I ignored it. She needed rest. I pressed my lips to her forehead. “Get some rest. I’ll cover you with a clean, dry blanket in a bit.”
She nodded and pressed her lips to my chest. It didn’t take long for her breaths to even out and for her body to sag in sleep.
I eased her up the mattress and placed her head on a pillow before getting out of bed. After disposing of my condom, I grabbed a blanket from the closet and covered her up before pulling my comforter off, tossing it across the room near the door.
Then, with my wife the last fucking thing on my mind, I slid into bed beside her, easing her back into my arms. This—this was what it was supposed to feel like—warmth, home, security.
CHAPTER FOUR
Aaliyah
“Red,” Johnston whispered, nuzzling against my neck. I groaned, trying to roll away from him. I absolutely detested being woken up when I wasn’t ready to be awake yet. I didn’t care how good the dick was. Sleep was always more important than sex.
Even with a god-like being trying to go for round two.
“Red,” he whispered again, this time flicking his tongue out to taste me. An involuntary moan slipped past my lips. I tried rolling away again, but he just huskily chuckled and tightened his arm around me, holding me against him.
“Not so fast, Aaliyah,” he murmured. “You think I’m letting you go when I’ve barely had a taste of you? Got another thing coming.” He nipped at my skin.
I slowly opened my eyes, thankful he kept his room dark. If there was one thing I hated even more than being woken up before I was ready to be awake was fucking light blasting through the damn room I woke up in.
“Sleep is vital to your health,” I grumbled.
He snorted, pressing a kiss to my collarbone, his fingers trailing up my spine and then back down again. “My health?” he questioned, looking up at me from beneath his dark lashes.
I nodded my head, yawning. “If you don’t let me sleep, prez, Blayke’s going to become the new president.”
Johnston cracked a grin, his shoulders silently shaking as he laughed at me. “That’s the cutest little threat I’ve ever heard in my life, especially when I can just do this,” I gasped when he suddenly spread my thighs and curled two fingers inside of my already wet core, “and have you succumbing to me, Red.”
I whimpered when he curled his fingers just right, brushing against that sweet spot inside of me. “Johnston,” I whimpered when his thumb began rubbing my clit in a circular motion, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of me, always curling just right to keep hitting that perfect spot. “Oh fuck,” I whimpered, my chest heaving.
How was he so fucking good at this?
“You like that, Red?” Johnston hummed and gripped my chin with his free hand, his fingers digging into my cheeks as he turned my head to face him. His lips met mine in a hungry kiss, stealing the breath from my lungs. My body trembled, already drawing so close. “Which is better, Red—sleep or orgasms?” he rasped.