Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
She tries to move, but I tighten my hold around her, needing a few more minutes with her body wrapped around mine before I’m forced to let her go.
As if she knows what I’m doing, she sighs into me and lets me have the time I need. And then her hand slides down my shirtless torso—since she stole my shirt to wear last night after the second time we had sex and showered—and under my boxer briefs. She wraps her fingers around my shaft and languorously strokes it up and down, using the pre-cum beading on the tip of my head to create a bit of friction.
She pulls my shorts down enough to expose my entire length, and I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of her hand on me, trying to burn her touch into my brain for the nights after she’s gone and I’m left with only my memories.
I’m so lost in my own head that I don’t realize she’s moved down until her lips wrap around the crown of my cock and she takes damn near the entire length of me down her throat.
My eyes pop open, and my gaze goes straight to the gorgeous woman who’s on her knees, bent over me, sucking my dick like she’s on a mission.
Her shirt has bunched up, showing her pert, bare ass—because I told her if I was going without a shirt, then she was going without underwear, and she agreed.
As if she can sense I’m thinking about and looking at her ass, she shakes it teasingly, and I give it a good, hard slap, making her moan around my cock.
“You like that?” I ask, massaging the area I just slapped.
A muffled, “Yes,” comes out of her, so I do it again, this time on the other cheek, earning another moan out of her.
“If we had more time, I’d beg you to let me take this ass,” I tell her, imagining the way her tight hole would gape open as I pushed my entire length into her. The way her ass would jiggle as I fucked her from behind.
The thought has my cock swelling, and before I come down her throat, I reach up and pull her face off me and drag her up my body so she’s straddling me.
“Hey.” She pouts. “You were close.”
“And I’ll be damned if I’m going to finish in your mouth.”
“Well, you can’t finish in me,” she sasses. “At least that’s a hole that won’t end with me pregnant.”
She’s being cheeky, but my mind immediately goes to Paige, swollen with my baby, and suddenly, I’m angry. Not at the thought of her pregnant, but at the fact that it’ll never happen—at least not by me, thanks to the universe working against us and putting us hours away from each other. The idea of another guy getting to come in her, filling her with his seed, has me damn near seeing red.
She’s mine.
But she’s not.
Needing a release for the frustration and anger flowing through my veins, I grab Paige’s hips and lift her off me so she’s on her hands and knees, facing the headboard, with my damn shirt covering her perfect ass.
“Take the shirt off,” I demand, needing to see all of her.
My words come out harsh, but I can’t help it. I hate when shit is out of my control.
She wastes no time sliding the shirt over her head, exposing her smooth, flawless, tanned skin, and then she looks back at me, her brows furrowed in concern.
“I hate this,” I growl, answering her unspoken question. “I need more fucking time.”
I reach under her and roughly thrust two fingers into her warmth, and she groans in response.
“We don’t have more time,” she whispers, her tone laced with regret, which only adds to my aggravation.
I’m a rich man. There are very few things I don’t have at my disposal and even less I can’t get my hands on if I’m willing to pay to have it. But Paige is unavailable, and no amount of money will change that.
I reach out and fist her long hair, pulling her head back enough so that I can lean over and kiss her sweet lips. She moans into my mouth at my roughness, and my cock hardens.
“I wanna fuck you,” I murmur into her ear, “hard and deep. I wanna make you scream and come all over my cock. Tell me I can fuck you how I want.”
“Yes! Please, Nate, fuck me.”
I thrust my fingers in and out of her a few times to make sure she’s ready while I memorize the way she feels, the sounds she makes, and then I replace them with the head of my cock.
I don’t go slow. I shove into her tightness, not stopping until I bottom out, and then I start to fuck her just as I said. Hard, fast, and deep. In this position, with her ass in the air, I’m able to hit her G-spot perfectly. And before long, her pussy is gripping my shaft, and she’s coming, soaking my cock with her sweet juices.