Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“Yes.” She reaches for me, pulling me down onto her body. Her erect nipples rub against my chest, sending electric shocks down my spine.
I position myself at her entrance. The ruddy head of my cock pushes her open, and I separate our bodies just enough so we can both see me enter her. “Watch us. Watch me fuck you.”
Her hands find my ass, and I feel her urging me inside of her.
“We have to go slow,” I tell her. Sweat beads along my forehead because my body wants to go fast. My body wants me to drive into her, thrust so hard that the headboard breaks through the plaster walls, slam into her until there’s an imprint of my dick in the back of her throat. It takes a superhuman effort to wait until her tight, hot channel opens for me.
She hisses at each advancement, her breath whistling through almost-clenched teeth. Or maybe that’s me. I can’t tell where I end and she begins. We’re one being at this point, joined together by our love, our desires, our bodies. The sight of her wet, pink cunt swallowing my throbbing cock is a mindfuck. I’ll never be able to get this image out of my head. I don’t want to. It’s glorious. Art that should be hung in the Louvre, but then I’d have to kill everyone who saw it because Nat is mine, all mine. No one else gets to touch her. No one else gets to look at her. I don’t even want people to say her name. Just me.
“Just me,” I say out loud.
“Just you,” she repeats. “I just want you.”
The grip I have on my control snaps. I slam home, my balls striking the underside of her ass. Her cries grow louder as my cock drives deeper. My mind is gone. I am nothing but sensation. Hot. Wet. Tight. Fuck.
I pound harder and harder. Her back arches. Her neck grows taut. Her eyes are shut, but her mouth is parted. I claim her mouth, delving my tongue in the same rhythm as my cock shuttles in and out of her exquisite pussy.
She flies apart, and so do I, coming inside of her in long, heated jets. I dig a knee into the mattress and stroke her until every single ounce of cum has emptied inside her sex, until the last shudder leaves her body spent and depleted. I lower myself to her side and gather her into my arms, spreading soft kisses across her forehead, cheeks, mouth.
“By the way, the thing I wanted to tell you, the thing you said you didn’t need to know—” she tenses slightly—“you’re the only woman I’ve ever had, Nat.”
Her head swings up. “For real? You are, I mean were, a virgin?”
I wink at her. “Yup. Saving it for you. I love you, Nat.”
“Oh, Dylan, I love you.” Her voice is tremulous, almost as if she is on the verge of tears. She drapes herself across my body, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her face buried in the crook of my neck. “I didn’t know it could be like this.”
“Only between us, babe. This is only because it’s us.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
NATALIE
Iclear out the rest of the emails in my inbox, trying to get wrapped up for the day. All I want to do is go home, but that’s not an option tonight. I promised to meet up with the girls after work. I can’t be the girl that gets a man and then falls off the map. Luna isn’t that way, and she’s engaged to be married. Though I don’t think she is really in love.
I know I’ll have fun, so I need to suck it up. Still, I miss Dylan every second I’m away from him. It’s only getting worse, but thankfully, he seems to feel the same way. We haven’t slept apart since we made love. We alternate between staying at his place and mine. Mostly, it's his since it’s bigger, and he keeps his kitchen stocked and me fed. It’s been nice sharing space with him.
"Natalie." I know who it is before I even turn my head toward my office door. There stands the bane of my existence at the moment. I've written up a letter of resignation but never sent it. I can't quit. I need this job to keep a roof over my head. I was pissed at myself when I thought about how Dylan and I could live together, but I knew that would be messed up on my part. I don’t want him to think that I only wanted to move in so I could quit my job.
We have said that we love each other, but it might hurt him. I'll keep the stupid job if it means keeping Dylan and me in a good place. Right now, he's all I look forward to each day. He’s my light at the end of my tunnel.