Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110351 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
“What are you, Olivia?” he asks.
My eyes widen in surprise at his question, and I can’t help but look blankly at him in the mirror, uncertainty evident all over my features. He has never asked this question of me before, and in all honesty, I don’t actually know what he means, don’t really know where on earth he’s going with this, and -
Oh.
Oh. Of course.
I swallow thickly before I answer, speaking the words loud and clear, leaving no room for any doubt.
“I’m yours, Santi,” I say. “All yours.”
“Fuck. That’s my good girl.”
He grins in approval, and then his cock is buried to the hilt of me once more.
This time, I do shriek as he fucks me from behind. I can’t help but gasp and pant as he pulls at my hair, using the strands wrapped around his wrist to control the movement of my head as he fucks into me with force. I fight the urge to close my eyes and instead keep them open as he tugs my hair back, and I don’t miss the way that the muscles of his tensed biceps flex as he pulls me further back towards him.
I cry out when the thick fingers which have been buried in my ass cheek move to snake under my waist so that they can pinch at my engorged clit, and my thighs tremble almost violently as Santi uses his grip on my hair to pull me further and further upright, until my back is positioned against his sweat-dampened chest.
The change in position leaves me on only my knees before him.
Since I’m no longer using my hands to support my weight on the floor, I wrap my slender fingers around one of his broad forearms and dig my nails into his flesh as his hips snap rapidly against mine.
I grin wickedly as he thrusts himself impossibly harder against me, his green eyes locked onto mine in the reflection as he brings his lips to my ear.
“You’re mine, Olivia,” he says as he continues to pound himself into me, his fingers still dancing over my swollen clit. It’s impossible to freely move my head due to the tight hold that he has on my hair, but I nod it as enthusiastically as I can. “You hear me? Mine. And I - shit, Liv, I’m close. I’m - I’ll -”
Despite my usual, natural shyness, something has possessed me, and I can’t seem to be able to pull my gaze away from his reflection. I lick my lips at the sight of his chiselled jaw clenching as he focuses on pounding into me, my mouth suddenly dry.
“God, Santi, yes,” I say, a hint of euphoric laughter in my voice as his hips begin to stutter in their movement. “Come for me, please. I’m yours. I’m all yours, all yours -”
He pants loudly as he snaps his hips roughly against me, and I watch in delight as Santi’s resolve finally snaps.
He spills himself deep within my walls with a primal grunt as his thumb presses down firmly onto my swollen clit, and I can’t help but sigh in pleasure as I tipple over the precipice, too.
Each pulse of my walls warms me from the inside out, and my eyes finally flutter to a close as my abdomen clenches and unclenches as a blissful heat washes through my body.
I sag against his chest - exhausted, and well and truly spent - and Santi removes his sticky fingers from between my soaked folds so that he can use his forearm to support my weight and keep me upright against him.
We really are a sight to behold in the reflection; both of our bodies covered in sweat, my hair damp and his mussed, a delirious grin on my lips and a knowing smirk on his mouth.
Santi’s nose gently brushes against the column of my throat as he inhales deeply before he litters an array of kisses over my neck and shoulder. He holds me steady for a few more seconds, before he finally releases his hold on my body, removing his semi-hard cock from inside me.
The evidence of his release quickly follows and pools onto the floor beneath me, although Santi just laughs as I scrunch my nose at it.
He slumps back against the bed, and a small giggle escapes my lips as he reaches for my waist and tugs me into his lap. His arms wrap around me, holding me close, and I melt into him, my body still humming with warmth.
His fingers trace lazy circles over my back, his breathing slow and content, and for a long moment, we just exist like this—wrapped up in each other, the quiet aftershocks of passion still lingering between us.
He keeps his green eyes locked onto mine in the reflection of the mirror as he presses a chaste kiss to the underside of my jaw, his lips warm and soft against my skin. I sigh happily, letting my head rest against his shoulder, my fingers idly stroking over the ridges of muscle along his arm.