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)
For now, I’m glad that she’s thinking logically, because despite my usual proclivity for planning, I don’t have one at all beyond getting inside her before I come, which will be dangerously soon if she keeps stroking me with her soft hand and those bracelets keep clinking against each other. God, what has she done to me? I’m like one of Pavlov’s dogs… one little jingle-jangle and I’m on the edge.
“Turn around,” I tell her again.
Reluctantly, she releases me and faces the counter, rising to her tiptoes as she folds forward over it. I run my hands down her back again, gripping her hips to lift her ass and bring her right where I need her. “I feel like I’m dreaming again, but I’m wide awake this time, aren’t I?” I murmur.
“Find out,” she answers, wiggling against my strong grasp.
I press my cock between her thighs, letting her juices coat me before I notch at her entrance. I pause for the barest second, enjoying the first moment that I admit she’s mine. Even if it’s only to myself. That’s probably the biggest admission. I think Riley already knows, has known for weeks, and was waiting patiently to see if I’d figure it out.
Sliding into her inch by inch, I relish the feel of her lips opening for me, her pussy taking me, her walls gripping me tightly.
How could I have ever doubted this? Doubted her?
She feels like she was made for me. Like inside her is where I’ve been meant to be. Not the younger me, who was innocent and believed in happily ever after, but the scarred me who understands that life is sometimes brutal and you have to take joy where you can find it.
I’ve found it. In Riley.
I groan, the last bit of my restraint slipping. “Riley,” I grit out, hoping she understands.
Like she instinctively understands exactly what I need, she looks over her shoulder, meeting my desperate eyes with ones of her own. “Fuck me, Cameron. I want you to. Please.”
With a growl from deep inside, I unleash on her. I pull back and slam into her, deep and hard. She gasps, but I do it again. There’s no rhythm, I’m just mindlessly pounding into her, taking pleasure and praying she’s receiving some too.
Eventually, I find some shred of control as I chase the release I’ve been on the edge of for months. “You feel better than I imagined,” I tell her between thrusts. “Like your pussy was made for me.”
“It was,” she breathes.
I grab her cheeks, spreading them wide to watch how my cock comes out covered in the sheen of her juices before disappearing again into her heaven. “This ass taunts me. Fucking haunts my dreams.”
“Smack it,” she moans.
I told her once that I dreamed of that, and she’s making my every fantasy come true. I lift a hand, first gently rubbing the globe of her ass, and she whimpers in disappointment like it’s not only my fantasy. “You want me to spank you?” I ask, feeling powerful when she nods against the counter. I lift my hand again and bring it down with a sharp slapping sound.
Riley cries out in pleasure and I feel her pussy clench me tighter. She likes it. I fucking love it.
I do it a little harder, testing both of us, and groan at the rush of fresh juices that flood between us. I’m done for. Any restraint, any guise of control I thought I possessed, flies away like dust in the wind.
I spank her again, simultaneously fucking her roughly, every slam of my hips against her ass another slapping sound in the quiet kitchen. It’s animalistic in a way I’ve never been. Maybe later I’ll regret my brutality, but right now, it’s all I can offer, and Riley doesn’t seem to mind. She even tries to buck her hips, fucking me back, but I pin her in place, rutting into her so hard that my balls bang her clit with every deep thrust.
“You want this?” I force out between gritted teeth. She gasps out a yes, but I want more. “You want me to fill your sweet pussy with my cum?”
“Oh, God, Cameron. Yes, I want it.”
I lean over, covering her back with my chest, and wrap my arm under her armpit to lift her chest so that I can put my hand at her throat. The hard metal of her necklaces and the softness of her skin feel equally good against my palm. My other hand at her hip, I force her to be still and take me as I piston faster and faster. I think she loses her footing at one point, but it doesn’t matter because I’m fucking her into the counter and there’s no way for her to fall when she’s impaled this completely on my cock.