Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“It really would be a shame if I only got to wear these once, Samuel.” I lift my head to get a better view of what he’s about to do.
“You think I wouldn’t buy a store out to see you like this again?” The deep timbre of his voice slides along my skin. He doesn’t tear the fabric from my body, torturing the both of us as he slowly pulls my legs up in the air. I close them for him, my thighs clenching together. Samuel takes his time, delaying the process until he’s finally inside me.
“I have no doubt you would,” I reply. Finally, the panties are off my body, flung somewhere, and then he’s back between my legs, this time with nothing between us. Samuel must not care about the fact that my bra is still on, and truth be told, it doesn’t bother me in the least. My pebbled nipples scraping against the lace only makes the experience that much better.
“Baby girl.” His hands move to the back of my knees, pushing the top of my thighs on the mattress. “Hold them up, Eden, don’t let them go,” he orders. I do as Samuel says so easily, at least in the bedroom. I watch as his hand wraps around his thickness, moving closer until the tip of his cock is notched inside of me, holding himself still when all I want to do is flex my hips, getting him to sink inside further.
“Samuel.” It’s a plea of everything I want and need all wrapped in one, more than ready for him to thrust his hips.
“Fuck, I can feel you, baby girl. The rippling of your cunt, attempting to suck me in, and I know once I’m deep, there’ll be no stopping me,” he grunts. In one solid thrust, he’s completely seated, filling my body up with his length. His head is tipped back, throat on full display as he swallows. The way his Adam’s apple moves, it’s so damn sexy. What starts off slow and sweet turns hard and rough. His threat of fucking me into the mattress is more of a promise and less of a threat. I tighten my pelvic muscles as he hits my G-spot over and over again. Samuel’s eyes lock on mine. Gone is the man trying to hold it together. We both need to come like we need to breathe. Sure, it would have been fun in his office, but that’s all it would have been. A fun moment in time. This right here between only us is more than fun, it’s everything. The way he’s looking at me, I know he feels it, too.
“Samuel, right there, don’t stop,” I mutter, eyes shuttering closed. The sensation is too much. I’m so close to the edge, feeling the perspiration along my body.
“Come for me, baby girl, fuck my cock and soak me.” One of his hands moves until he’s pressing down on my lower abdomen.
“Yes, God, yes.” My voice trembles. Samuel gives me another deep thrust, tipping me over the edge. I’m coming on one long purr. Whatever energy I had is gone. I’m a boneless heap as he continues to use my body, chasing his own orgasm, and the lucky one is me, because I get to watch every nuance, the way he clenches his jaw, holding back even though I’ve come already. Our foreplay seemed to last all day. How he’s able to control himself throughout our time together, I have no idea.
“Goddamn it, even after you come, your pussy still holds me like you’re scared I’m going somewhere,” he admits before he finally comes on one long groan. My hands come down from the headboard and cup his cheeks, pulling him closer so I can kiss him as I feel him coat my insides with one powerful jet at a time. Samuel takes over the kiss and lets my thighs go. I wrap them around his waist, not willing to let him go as his tongue tangles with mine.
“Samuel,” I breathe against his lips when he pulls back, our chests rising and falling with how much we’re panting.
“It was worth the wait, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” I agree, then add, “Even though you’re gloating right about now, Judge Samuel Kavanaugh.”
“You act like you’re not gloating as well, Eden Powers. The way your cunt is pulsing along my length, keeping me rock fucking hard.” Okay, he’s not wrong. One orgasm after being teased for a solid twelve hours and not having him for almost forty-eight, it’s hard on a woman.
“Round two?” I question.
“Fuck, yes.” He lazily pulls out before moving back inside me. The intensity is gone. There’s no rush. It’s softer and slower. That doesn’t mean it won’t feel just as good because with Samuel, it always does.
CHAPTER 8
Kavanaugh
This morning came too fucking early, and my internal alarm that wakes me up during the week seems to have transferred to the one day a week I’m not ready to get up. Eden is currently wrapped around me, my arm beneath her neck, a leg thrown over my own, both of us plastered to one another as my hand holds her close around her shoulder. Her head is in the crook of my neck, and if she weren’t so tired, I’d wake her up. She prefers to sleep in, especially on a Saturday morning.