Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“Holy fuck,” I moan, tipping my head back against the wall as I sense his wicked stare locked on my face. “Right there.”
“You like that, baby?”
“God, yes.”
“You’re such a good girl, waiting all these months just for me.”
Fuck. I love the way he talks to me, but I love that rich tone even more, and in response, all I can do is clench my walls around his fingers as he massages me from within.
“That’s right, Mila. Squeeze my fingers. Show me how badly you need me.”
“Fuck, Nick,” I pant, my eyes coming back to his, and the moment our stares collide, fireworks burst between us, and the need is like nothing I’ve ever known. His lips crash back to mine, and he kisses me with an intensity that could set my whole damn apartment complex on fire.
He fucks me with his fingers, making sure I’m ready for him, but he should know better. I’ve been ready for him since Christmas Day last year. Every fucking day was absolute torture without him. The number of times I’ve had to fuck myself just to relieve the ache he left behind is absurd. I don’t even want to begin to think about what my neighbors must think of me.
His thumb stretches up to my clit, and just that slight pressure is enough to set me off, my hips wildly jolting against his hold, and as Nick demands full control of my body, I come apart, my orgasm coming out of nowhere and rocking my whole damn world. I come on his fingers, my walls erratically spasming around him, but he doesn’t let up or stop rolling his fingers against my walls, curving and splitting them as I throw my head back with sheer satisfaction.
It’s too much, and my eyes start to roll. “That’s right, Mila. Come for me. Let me feel how you squeeze me.”
His words are intoxicating, and I know without a doubt that this man will be the death of me. But death by intense orgasm seems like the ultimate way to go.
“Holy fucking shit,” I groan, my nails digging into his strong shoulder, leaving little half-moons in his flawless skin.
Nick’s fingers continue their pleasure-filled assault on my pussy, and as my orgasm flows through my veins and sends my world into a blissful abyss, I feel his lips come down on the sensitive skin of my neck.
It’s the best moment of my life, and I swear, for just a moment, I feel the whole fucking world shake beneath us. “Oh, God. Nick,” I groan as my fingers twine into his hair, holding on to him for dear life. Then as the intensity of my orgasm begins to fizzle out, he pulls his fingers free and takes my hips, holding me tight against the wall.
“You ready for me, Mila?” he questions, holding my hungry stare, but he already knows the answer to that. He can feel how fucking ready I am.
“I’ve never been so ready,” I tell him through heaving breaths. Then in a blinding thrust, Nick slams his thick cock inside of me, and as my walls stretch around his sheer size, we both fucking crumble.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his fingers tighten on my hips as he takes a second to find himself. “You’ve got no fucking idea how much I’ve needed this.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Probably about as much as I have,” I say, only my voice comes out as a strained whisper. “I need you to move, Nick. Please. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He doesn’t hesitate, and as his hips rock, my eyelids flutter, the pleasure already too much for me to handle. But I trust Nick, and despite how intense this is going to be, he’ll be right there holding me up.
His hips slam forward again, and I cry out, almost positive the sheer intensity of his frantic thrusts will shake the whole fucking building, but that’s exactly what I asked for, isn’t it? I need my world rocked in a way I’ll never recover from.
Nick starts to truly fuck me, pinning me against the wall as his hips pull back and roll forward, taking me at every angle. It’s exhilarating. I’ve never felt anything so animalistic and raw, and I fucking love it. I love his wild need for me, and I love how it matches my wild need for him.
“Damn it, Mila. You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
I can’t respond as he blows my mind. I’m able to feel everything, right down to the bulbous head of his cock and the angry veins as he slams in and out of me.
“You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve had to fuck myself, picturing the way you would ride me tonight. How you’d take me in your mouth and make me come until I came down your pretty little throat. Just the words in your letters had me falling to pieces. I’ve never been so desperate in my life.”