Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Thankfully, he’s bent over enough, leaning against the wall at my back so the water isn’t drowning me.
His fingers tighten in my hair, holding on with a fist, and it just makes me want to be better and suck deeper. I suck in a deep breath and take his cock into my mouth and down my throat, taking away my air, and my body jerks involuntarily. I tell myself to relax, opening wider and leaning forward. My hand falls from the base of his dick, feeling the last barbell touch my tongue.
“I’m coming.”
Before he can even get the words out, his cock pulses in my mouth. Being the good girl that I am, I keep my eyes open and look up at him, telling myself one more second to swallow his cum.
He lets go of my hair, and I fall back onto my ass, gasping. He steps back from the wall, allowing the water to cover me like a downpour. He grips my arms and yanks me up on my numb legs, and I wrap my arms around his neck. His hands drop to my ass, and he picks me up, slamming my back into the cool wall. He’s breathing just as heavily as I am when his lips slam on mine. I kiss him back without thought even though it’s not as tender as the one before. His fingers dig painfully into my ass, and I rock my hips against his semi-hard dick, hoping he understands I want him.
He pulls away, and I gasp. “Fuck me.” In case my actions aren’t clear enough on how desperate I am for him.
Repositioning his hands, he lets go of my ass and wraps an arm around my waist while the other grabs his dick. I’m still trying to breathe as the water falls on us from the ceiling above, so I bury my face into his neck.
“What do you want, doll face?” he growls in my ear while I feel his now hardened cock pressed against my pussy.
“You,” I answer, my hands digging into his hair and then gripping his shoulders. Fuck, I can’t get him close enough. “Please…I need you.”
“Whatever my girl wants.” He chuckles at my desperation, and I don’t care. I know what it feels like for him to own me, and I want it. Being on my knees for him was like an adrenaline rush. I’m on a high that I don’t want to stop.
The breath gets caught in my lungs as he slides his cock into my pussy. I clench around him and his wet chest rumbles against mine. “Goddamn, you feel so good.” He shoves my back into the wall to help hold me up while he readjusts his hands as they go back to my ass. “Fucking perfect.”
“Please…” I’m almost on the verge of tears, but he likes it when I cry for him. It makes him feel superior as if any Lords aren’t.
I loosen my legs around his waist to give him some room, and he takes the hint. His hips start to move, allowing his cock to fuck me while he pins me against the wall. My lips find his once more, and he swallows my cries as I become his desperate dirty little whore.
I have a feeling that’s what Charlotte was meant to be all along.
Shutting off the water, he grabs the towel off the hook and hands it to me before he gets himself one. “I’m going into town today,” I inform him.
He stops, and his eyes meet mine. “No, you’re not.”
I roll my eyes. “I can’t stay here forever, Haidyn. I’ll be fine. I have a facial today.”
Walking over to me, I watch water run down his chest and over his defined abs before it trails down his large thighs. God, the man is massive in all the right ways. “I’ll give you a facial.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I can’t help but laugh.
Is he making a joke?
“Your cock fucking my throat until you come all over my face is not nearly as relaxing as Enrique giving me a deep tissue massage.” Although I enjoyed what I just did, it’s definitely not the same.
He tosses the towel over his shoulder. “Enrique? A man gives you a full body massage?”
“Yep. Has for years now.” I smile up at him.
“Not anymore.” And with that, he walks into the closet.
I let it go because this is not up for debate. I need a me day. That day is today!
I quickly dry my hair. I didn’t even wash it, but it did get wet when I joined him. Afterward, I throw it up in a messy bun, get dressed in sweats and a T-shirt, and make my way to the kitchen. I’m craving some more pancakes. I’ve made myself at home and become pretty comfortable in his house.