Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 576(@200wpm)___ 461(@250wpm)___ 384(@300wpm)
Letting her eyes slide shut, she lost herself in his smooth moves and in the sounds he made. She released one ass cheek and slid her hand up his spine, feeling his back muscles tighten and loosen as he fucked her.
The man was pure power.
And, no surprise, it was a damn turn-on.
For a second, she wondered if she could make this a regular thing with him without it getting sticky. She would love to be able to call or text him whenever she needed a stress reliever but still keep her independence.
She refused to give up her freedom in exchange for sex. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. She had too many things on her to-do list and one of them was not being tied down to a man.
Did she want to one day get married and start a family? Yes, but not until after she landed her dream job. That was her main focus right now.
Well, right now her focus should be the man on top of her.
“Woman,” came out on a tortured groan.
She hmm’d since she didn’t think she’d be able to answer in actual words. She doubted she could stitch enough together to make a coherent sentence.
And, honestly, that was a good thing.
“Waitin’ on you.” He put an exclamation on that statement with another hard thrust.
She appreciated the fact he wanted her to have another orgasm before he had his. Truthfully, she figured Romeo wouldn’t give a shit whether she did or didn’t. Maybe he could actually be considerate in some cases?
Meh. She wouldn’t give him credit for that just yet.
He fisted her hair hard enough to make her scalp sting and slammed into her again.
Oops. He was still “waitin’ on her.”
She was grateful for his endurance. And patience. Though, it surprised her that he had the second one.
Girl, he’s going to leave you in the dust if you don’t orgasm soon.
She cleared her mind and attempted to get back into the moment. As soon as she did, an orgasm built quickly with his thick cock stroking her insides. With his firm lips on her skin. His long fingers in her hair. His warm breath beating against her neck. His heart knocking against her chest. And the power of his thighs, making this the best sex she’d had in a long time.
However, she’d keep that her little secret. The man tended to be cocky and telling him he “gave good dick” could make that worse.
Continuing to take full strokes, he removed one hand from her hair and drove it between them, quickly—and expertly—finding her clit.
Someone was now getting desperate and trying to hurry this along.
Did she blame him? No. Since she would also benefit from this latest move, she had no complaints.
And, damn, what a move it was. He kept proving that he knew how to use his fingers, mouth, and cock expertly.
Oh yes, he had been the right choice.
When her hips surged up to meet his, the intense waves of orgasm started at her core and spiraled out, managing to suck all the oxygen from her lungs as well as curl her fingers and toes. When her mouth opened, nothing came out.
“That’s it, baby,” was groaned against her ear as she rode out the just as intense aftershocks. “Fuuuuck. That’s it.”
His cock seemed to swell even more as his hips rolled smoothly before pounding into her. A sure sign he was getting close.
Right before his own climax, he sealed his lips over hers, stealing the little air she had left and giving her back a groan when he powered deep one more time.
When he tensed and stilled, her pussy clenched even tighter around his cock at the knowledge he was coming.
After a few seconds, he twisted his head to break the lip lock, but didn’t immediately roll off her. Instead, he buried his face in her neck again and panted.
Romeo was solid and heavy, but she didn’t mind his weight on her. At least not for the short amount of time it would be there. Instead of pushing him off and sprinting for the exit, she lazily dragged her fingers up and down his spine, feeling his back rise and fall with each labored breath.
Without any words of warning, he rolled to his side and onto his back, tucking one bent arm under his bald head and ripping off the full condom with his other hand.
She debated whether to head out or wait until he said something. Because he continued only lying next to her, gripping the used condom, and looking more relaxed than ever. If his eyes shut and he started snoring, she was getting the hell out of there.
She should leave, anyway. She hadn’t lied when she said she needed to work tomorrow and she certainly wasn’t spending the night. Even if she wanted to—she didn’t—she doubted he’d want that, either, because she couldn’t imagine he woke up next to any of his conquests.