Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
She curled her hands into fists above her head and let the words leave her in a rush. “I want you to lick my pussy and suck my clit until I come.”
“That’s my good girl,” he said, his sexy, seductive praise ramping up her arousal even more.
Suddenly all touch ceased, his mouth and feathers gone, and she whimpered her protest. But then he was on the bed between her legs, spreading her thighs even wider apart, and skimming his lips slowly, sensuously, up to her exposed pussy. She felt his thumbs push aside the lace, and then his mouth was on her, his tongue sliding deep.
She whimpered, quivering with mindless, desperate need as he licked every inch of her and finally sucked her clit. He thrust two fingers inside her core, pumping them in and out in perfect rhythm, and used the flick of his tongue until she had no choice but to surrender to the intensity of the orgasm barreling through her.
She screamed his name and barely had time to recover before he was moving over her and aligning their bodies. His hips forced her legs even wider apart as he settled in between, the smooth, hard tip of his cock poised to drive deep inside her.
He pulled off her mask, finally enabling her to see him, to look at his face and witness the hot, untamable hunger in his eyes. He threaded his fingers in her hair and tugged her head back, making her very aware of how much control he had over her body with her hands still cuffed to the headboard and his weight pressing her into the mattress.
She found it thrilling to be in the throes of his dominant passion, to have been the one to push him to this extreme.
He kept his gaze pinned on hers. “I want you to look at me as I make you mine,” he said, the bittersweet words squeezing around her heart before he filled her all the way up with one hard, driving thrust.
She gasped at the shock of being impaled on his cock, desire immediately tightening low in her belly as he began driving harder, deeper into her, as if he were trying to imprint everything about her to memory. She met him thrust for thrust, tilting her hips to deepen the penetration even more.
She felt the exact moment when he reached the end of his tether. With a low, unraveling groan, he slammed his body into hers in one final, deep stroke that claimed her completely. He buried his face against her neck and exhaled in a rush as he tensed and jerked as the last of his orgasm shuddered through him.
Her own pleasure was sublime, eliciting so many overwhelming emotions that surpassed mere attraction to Drew, or even infatuation. What she felt for him, in a very short amount of time, was just as terrifying as jumping off that zipline platform earlier today—but with no safety net to catch her if she fell.
She told herself he’d given her a weekend beyond anything she could have imagined…even if she’d secretly wished for so much more. She’d had so many amazing experiences with him, and no one and nothing could take those memories away.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
Chapter Ten
Georgia walked into work the following Monday morning after her weekend with Drew, her emotions an odd, jumbled mixture of happiness and disappointment. She never would have believed she could experience such contradictory feelings at the same time, but there was no separating the two distinct sentiments that had been warring inside of her since Drew had dropped her off yesterday afternoon.
Thinking about her time with him made her smile and was definitely responsible for the light, pleasant sense of happiness bolstering her up. But she’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that she was saddened by the fact that he’d stayed true to the subtle warning he’d given her at the beginning of their weekend together—that work kept him too busy for him to commit to any kind of relationship.
And he’d backed up that claim by walking her to her apartment and kissing her goodbye, no words necessary for her to know things were over.
From the beginning, she’d known her time with him was temporary—despite the undeniable chemistry and connection that had formed between them. He’d given her the best weekend of her adult life, stirred up her emotions, and now she was going to have to figure out how to get over him and move on.
If that was even possible.
So, as disappointed as she was, she was grateful she hadn’t been blindsided when they parted ways without any promises to see one another again. She hadn’t asked, not wanting to put him on the spot or risk rejection, and he hadn’t suggested another date. She respected his decision and honesty, but that didn’t mean the reality of the situation didn’t hurt her heart. Which told her just how far and fast she’d fallen for Drew Daniels.