Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Rake looks more determined than sad as he takes me to a narrow hallway at the back, and while I'm startled to find the establishment family-friendly enough to have a changing room—-
I'm not surprised at all when said changing room is where Rake takes me, and he wastes no time either in locking the door behind us.
The room is small but remarkably spic and span. A mirror spans one length of the entire wall, and of the same length under it is a counter with two sinks and a changing area between those.
A gasp of surprise escapes me when Rake suddenly pushes me against the counter, and our gazes lock with each other through the mirror. Another moment passes, and both of us are already doing our best to get the appropriate parts naked as quickly as possible.
I just want to get rid of my jeans, Rake just wants his cock out of his, and oooooooooh.
"How the fuck are you this wet already?" Rake groans as his cock thrusts smoothly inside of me from behind.
I honestly have no idea how to answer him, and I don't think I'd have been able to speak even if I did. It's my first time to watch us having sex through our reflection on the mirror, and the sight leaves me breathlessly enthralled.
Oh wow.
Seeing the flushed state of my cheeks is mortifying, but I also have a hard time not staring at the way every hammering thrust of his has my breasts jiggling under my shirt while my belly tightens with need. Did I also look like this, the first time we fucked?
While the ferocious hunger stamped over his chiseled features is heart-throbbingly familiar, the sight of his big, hard body practically swallowing my smaller frame is shockingly new, and—-oooooh.
Rake chuckles as my head falls back against his chest the moment he reaches around me to start mashing my breasts and tweaking my nipples in rhythm with his thrusts.
The sound of our bodies slapping against each other is blatantly erotic, and so is the way I'm unable to control myself from panting every time his fully-engorged cock slams back into my pussy.
My reflection in the mirror now shows a half-dressed slut wantonly writhing in the arms of her fully-dressed lover. The sight is mortifying beyond words, but I can't deny how much hotter and wetter it also makes me feel, to see myself completely surrendered to the throes of lust.
My lips part in a silent cry when I feel him shove both my shirt and bra up to my neck, and the mirror exposes the swollen state of my breasts.
I can feel my belly tightening the longer I stare at ourselves fucking in the mirror, and when he suddenly bends his head down to thrust his tongue into my ear—-
Pleasure spirals out of me dizzyingly, and I can only think of one name to sob out.
"Rake."
His beautiful face is the last thing I see before my eyes roll back at the strength of my orgasm, and the brightness of his gaze is one of my rare human wishes come true.
We're together like this because I didn't like seeing him sad...and he no longer is.
Chapter Eleven
KAYRA'S GAZE IS CURIOUS as she watches me clean her pussy with a damp paper towel. "Why do you insist on doing this? Do you have some kind of fetish? Or maybe a frustrated dream of being a gynecologist?"
God, I love how crazy her line of thinking always gets. Most others would simply see this as my way of taking care of my woman, which it is, but my future wife obviously sees things differently, and thank fuck for that.
I blow gently in the direction of her pussy when I'm all done cleaning her up, and I'm amused at the way her body immediately shudders while she glares down at me with eyes that clearly say one thing: Drop. The. Fuck. Dead.
It's just too cute not to be fucking rewarded, and so I cup her face and ignore her struggles as I cover her mouth and thrust my tongue between her lips.
Sweet fucking heaven, still.
My Kayra doesn't play coy at all, and her arms immediately loop around my neck as she kisses me back. Her Pacific-blue eyes are all soft and hazy when I lift my head, but this changes as soon as we step out into the hallway.
"Is that you, Ladykiller?"
Fuck.
The voice is instantly recognizable, and Kayra glances at the two men heading our way before looking back at me. "Is that what they call me these days?"
"Uh no." I check her expression just to be sure, and nope, I didn't make a mistake: she absolutely thinks 'ladykiller' means a female killer.
Her brows furrow. "Then—-"
"We can talk about that later. But for now—-" I lower my voice a notch. "Can you promise me one thing?"