Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 89758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89758 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” he groaned. He liked it too.
I moved my bottoms over and then rubbed the head of his erection on the crotch of my wet panties. He froze, and I looked up at him. He was clenching his teeth and taking short, shallow breaths. Needing to feel more, I pulled the wet fabric aside and ran it along my bare vagina.
“Oh,” I cried out at how good the skin-on-skin contact felt.
It slipped so easily back and forth. I moved my hips as I ran it from my clit, then back again. I knew I was making noises, and for a moment, I forgot about Rio and if he was enjoying this or not. I was lost in my own little world of pleasure.
Then, it was gone, and I was being lifted and tossed back on the sofa. Rio removed his bottoms the rest of the way, and then his shirt followed. When he reached for my bottoms, I was torn between anxiety and hunger. He was going to make love to me. Or was it just sex? I wasn’t sure, but I was going to lose my virginity.
He covered me and held himself there. “I want inside you so damn bad that I can hardly control myself. But I won’t. I don’t have a condom. But I’m going to make it feel good.”
He reached down and began to aggressively rub his erection against my opening. He looked down and watched. I opened my legs wider and lifted up, wanting to feel more. He was shaking. His entire body was shaking.
I began to move with him, and his eyes went to my breasts as they swayed.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he said.
He licked at my nipples and pulled one into his mouth as I continued to rub against him. I was more out of control.
The wetness leaking from me was going to leave a spot on the sofa, but I didn’t care. I wanted all this and more.
“O-oh, p-p-lease, pl-please, please,” I begged him, and he shook harder as he pressed down on me with his hardness there in my heat, rubbing back and forth.
“You’re so wet,” he said in my ear. “I want to slip inside you and never fucking leave.”
His words and description sent me spiraling off into my orgasm, and I cried out his name, holding him to me while my body felt like it was exploding. I heard him shout my name as he jerked on top of me. His hips were moving hard, and then he held himself up. I opened my eyes to see him pumping himself, and then his cum shot all over my stomach and my breasts.
He looked down at my naked body and his cum that now covered me. Then, he lifted his eyes to mine. “You might be the death of me.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Rio
Bryn hadn’t thought my staying the night again was a good idea for Cullen. I hadn’t wanted to leave her, but I had. She didn’t trust me. Not yet. I could see it in her eyes that she was worried I would be gone and Cullen would be hurt. That she would be hurt.
There was a lot of damage there, and I would have to prove myself to her. I’d managed to create most of the issues she had with me. If I hadn’t been so fucking scared of being near her again, I might have listened to my gut when deep down, I knew she wouldn’t have bashed my Jeep. Or anyone’s Jeep. Everyone around me had told me they didn’t think she did it, and I’d ignored it. Now, I’d have to make up for that.
Pops was getting around on his own now, and I wasn’t needed over there to move him any longer. This was my second night back at the house with Saul and Drake. I knew they would both be asleep when I made my way to the kitchen; however, I should have expected Henley to be there.
She was already dressed for work and pulling a batch of doughnuts from the oven.
“You’re up early,” she said and then reached into the oven to pull out a second tray of doughnuts.
“Yeah,” I replied. “What time are you going into the shop?”
“Why? You want the kitchen to yourself?” she asked, looking at me oddly.
“No, I need to make an order.”
She scrunched up her nose. “From me?”
“It’s for Bryn and Cullen,” I said.
Her eyes went wide, and a smile lit up her face. “Oh! Really?”
“Yeah, really. It seems you make the best strawberry cupcakes in the world. Bryn loves them. And Cullen said he likes your chocolate ones. I was hoping I could order half a dozen of each, but maybe you could make the chocolate ones a Spider-Man theme? Then, I was also going to pick up breakfast and take it with me this morning.”