Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 437(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“Fucking tight cunt. Fuck yes, dushen’ka. Ride me, ruin me… Fuck, I can’t believe I’ve waited this long for this.”
I can’t even tell you what day or time it is, but somehow I move up and down his thick cock. He hits me deep inside, the bulbous mushroom head rubbing my G-spot in the most perfect way. My tits bounce with each thrust of his cock, my moans loud and dirty, and his match mine. I’m going to have bruises everywhere, but I don’t give two shits. He rakes his teeth along my nipple, biting softly before doing the same to the other one. I cry out, riding him hard as I chase my release. It only takes him pressing his thumb to my clit to send me through the roof. I come loudly, squeezing his thick cock as I scream his name and shake violently in his arms.
One arm constricts around me as his other hand comes up to squeeze my jaw. “Look at me, dushen’ka. Now,” he demands, and I do as he asks. My eyes are blurry with unshed tears as everything trembles. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he murmurs against my lips. “I want to lick every one of these freckles.”
“Please, Thatch. Please.”
“I got all night, don’t I?”
Or forever. However, I can’t say that. Even if I want to. If this is a one-night thing, I’ll take it. I’ll take whatever as long as I get him. As long as I have the memory of his mouth, fingers, and cock deep inside me. “Yes. As long as you want.”
“Oh, you’re offering more?” he asks against my lips, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. “You want more?”
“All,” I admit, my voice hoarse, unrecognizable.
“That’s fucking right,” he mutters before he slams up hard into me. “I’m going to fill you up with my come, brand you. You’re mine now, you know that.”
“Yes,” I cry, squeezing my arms around his neck as he pounds up into me. I worry for all of two seconds about his knee, but then he’s playing with my clit again and I’m a goner. I come just as he thrusts so deeply inside me, it takes my breath away. I feel him fill me, his hot come making me want to come all over again. He roars my name before he buries his face in my neck. I close my eyes, leaning my head against his as we both gasp for breath. Our bodies are slick with sweat, but all I can feel is his heart slamming against mine.
He kisses up my neck, along my jaw, before capturing my mouth once more with his. I lean into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck as he twitches inside me. When we part because neither of us can breathe, I press my forehead against his. Our eyes meet, and neither of us says a thing. We only stare, the realization of what we just did dawning on us. I swallow hard, worried he’s about to ruin it. But then he grins. Unable to keep my own in, I grin back, my stomach flipping at the pure beauty of his face.
“So, that just happened,” I tease, and his eyes darken.
“It did,” he says, tucking the pieces of my hair that have fallen behind my ear. “And it’s going to keep happening.”
My lips curve up higher. “Don’t you think we should discuss this?”
He shakes his head, gripping my butt in his hand. “Tomorrow,” he tells me. “Tonight, I will get to know your body just as well as I know your mind.”
Breathless, I trace his bottom lip. “Really?”
“Really,” he promises.
And he kept one promise.
The discussion of what we did never came about.
A week later, I was gone.
CHAPTER FIVE
Iwipe my face free of my tears, knocking my glasses to the floor. I reach for them, tucking them into my apron before pushing myself up off the floor. I go to the sink, grabbing a paper towel to clean my face. That night has been on replay in my head like a favorite movie. I find myself using everything we did that night—all the different ways he took me, how he praised me, whispered the sweetest things in my ear, and fucked me senseless—when I’m feeling extra lonely at night. I try to recall the good memories between Thatcher and me, but now that I’ve seen him, his words from the following day come back tenfold. Each one is like being hit square in the face by a puck, and he’s the one shooting them right at me.
I shake my head, swallowing back the emotion that is threatening to suffocate me. I reach into my apron, pulling out my concealer and powder to reapply what I cried off. Just as I’m finishing, a knock comes to the door.
“Maria, are you good? We’re getting busy.”