Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
I position myself at her entrance, and her eyes lift to mine. She blinks like she’s trying to clear her vision, and then I see her… my Riley. She’s in there, behind the haze of bliss, with her love shining back at me.
“I love you,” I grit out as I thrust into her. It’s the last attempt at tenderness I have.
Fuck, how is she so wet and tight at the same time? Her walls grip me so well that I swear I could come just soaking in her. But I pound into her again and again, and her legs wrap around my waist as her arms go around my shoulders like she’s holding on for a wild ride even as I try to slow us down.
I swipe my fingers through the point where we’re connected. “Love this pussy.”
“It’s yours,” she gasps, panting as I fuck her. She even takes my finger alongside my thick cock, hissing at the delicious stretch. I give her a few strokes like that, both of us groaning at the added sensation.
When I pull my finger from her pussy, I tease it over her lips, painting them with her juices. “Love this mouth.”
“I’ll remind you of that next time you’re wishing I’d shut up,” she pants, her tongue slipping out to lick my fingertip.
“Never,” I vow, kissing her quickly and tasting her pussy on her lips.
“Love this heart.” I press deep inside her and pause, my balls against her ass, to lay a kiss to her chest.
“It’s yours too,” she cries out. Even the small moment of stillness has her hips bucking wildly, chasing me, chasing her pleasure. “Cameron, please.”
I unwind her legs from around me and press them back so that her knees are toward her shoulders, effectively folding her in half, which opens her even more for me. Her hands are everywhere, roaming my body like she can’t find a place to get a grip, but she doesn’t need to hold on. Because she’s mine, trapped with my hands at the backs of her knees, putting her at my mercy.
Except I have none. For either of us.
Two broken, fucked up people who found love in the most unexpected of places at the least appropriate time but succumbed to its power despite all odds.
I reward us both for being brave enough to take this chance at happiness by driving into her willing body recklessly, roughly fucking her deep and fast until we’re nothing but pleasure seeking a release.
I think I chant her name, or maybe just nonsense sounds. I can’t be sure because my pulse is roaring in my ears so loudly that it’s all I can hear. Until Riley lets out a high-pitched cry of surrender as she comes. That I hear, and I let it anchor me to this moment.
The moment our true after begins.
RILEY
By the time we have to check out of the hotel, there are handprint smudges on the full-length mirror, the chair is broken, both beds have been fully used and abused, and the bathroom… well, let’s just say I’m glad the vanity is securely attached to the wall because we tested it thoroughly.
I also have handprints on both pink ass cheeks, a pussy full of several loads of cum, and Cameron has half-moon fingernail marks on his chest from when I needed leverage to ride him the way I wanted to. I think he’s going to need an extra protein shake today to keep up his energy after all the fucking we’ve done.
At the front desk, the clerk is polite and straight-faced as we check out, but her eyes are jumping from me to Cameron and back. I can almost see her trying to figure us out because we don’t match. At least on the outside. But inside, where it matters most, we do. Well, maybe not match, but we complement each other.
“Thank you for choosing us for your stay,” she says brightly.
“I need to switch the credit card for the room charge, please,” Cameron tells her. I touch his arm, shaking my head and silently arguing that he doesn’t need to do that. I can pay for my own hotel. He drops his chin and lowers his voice. “I’m paying for the chair we broke and the rest of the stay too.”
His tone is serious, but I can’t help but giggle. We did a number on that chair, and are lucky neither of us broke an arm or a leg when it fell over. One of the legs fully cracked in half while we were mid-fuck, with Cameron seated and me straddling him, and we’d both tumbled to the floor in a heap.
Apparently, Cameron wasn’t quiet enough, though, because the clerk is pressing her lips together, fighting for her professional life to keep from laughing too. “Of course, sir. I can make that change to the reservation for you.” She clicks a few buttons, likely noting the broken chair, and Cameron hands his card over. As she hands it back, she bids us, “Have a wonderful day.”