Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I won’t ask for much. Just a lifetime.
“I’ll answer when we’re cuddling it up in bed later,” I bit out. Just to put that image in his head. “I’m not sure you can handle the answer right now anyway—oh my fuck.” I groaned and slapped the wall as he rammed his cock so hard and deep inside me, I could almost taste him. Jesus fucking Christ! “You’re clearly busy treating my ass like your personal war zone.”
It might actually be on fire.
He slowed down a little, said nothing, kept stroking my cock, all of which fucked with my head. I didn’t know how he did it, how he could create a messy dance with pain and freaking euphoria like that. He did the same thing with my state of mind. Insecurities met confidence, determination mingled with doubt, and resignation battled with hope.
The latter surged when he slowed down a bit more, pressed a lingering kiss to the spot below my ear, and whispered, “I can’t escape you.”
Shivers ripped through me, and those words were enough to catapult me right to the edge of coming. And before I could even think about answering, he slipped a hand up to my throat and applied pressure. Deep fucking, a hand on my throat, the other stroking me off—I was fucking done for.
I let out an embarrassingly loud groan as the bliss took over, and he spurred me on with pure filth.
“That’s it. Come all over the wall.”
“So goddamn tight.”
“Milk my cock, boy. Just like that.”
“I’m gonna come. Christ, you’re a fucking drug.”
Black spots filled my vision whenever I opened my eyes, and I wasn’t gonna be able to stand up much longer. My orgasm drained me of energy and turned my legs into jelly. Panting and whimpering like a lunatic, I clamped down as hard as I could around his big cock, and he groaned his way through his own climax.
My fingers ached, and I realized I’d been trying to dig them into the mosaics. My ass—let’s not even go there. My thighs protested, my lungs burned, and the air was too hot.
Motherfucker, he was stripping me of all my defenses. It was one of those orgasms that turned me into a sensitive mess afterward, and I felt a bunch of raw emotions welling up.
I blinked and gulped in some air.
West went still behind me, and he pressed his mouth to my shoulder. His heart pounded furiously. So did mine.
He brushed his hands up my arms, toward my hands, and he brought them down to my sides. He ghosted his thumb over my watch too.
More and more lately, I’d caught him observing my tattoos.
“I need to lie down,” I rasped.
He nodded against my shoulder before carefully pulling out of me, and I flinched at the sting that flared up. Man, was I gonna be sore for a while.
I was ready to scrub off quick, but West had other plans. He took charge and soaped me up once more, and I actually had to lean against the wall. I was so spent. And honestly, hungry. I might order us some takeout. I could go for Vietnamese. West’s building in LA had had a Vietnamese restaurant on the ground floor, which sadly closed shortly before I moved in. But we’d ordered from there many late nights.
I hissed as he gently felt around my ass, and he furrowed his brow.
“I’ll inspect that in great detail in bed,” he muttered.
“Maybe not with your cock for an hour or two,” I suggested.
His mouth twisted a bit. “No. With my tongue. Unless I caused a tear.”
I fucking hoped not, ’cause I wasn’t turning down his tongue. He was magic in that area too.
“I don’t think you did. I’ll take the tongue, please.”
He smiled and dipped down, and he brushed his lips to mine. “I haven’t told you yet, but I like the beard. It’s incredibly sexy on you.”
Aw, shucks. I grinned like an idiot. “Look atchu, warmin’ up to me.”
He snorted softly and reached out to turn off the water. “And then you ruin it by opening your mouth…”
He didn’t mean that. He loved my mouth.
“What if my mouth suggested I get Vietnamese delivered?” I asked.
He looked to me sharply and definitely didn’t like having to admit he was hungry. “Fuck, that sounds good.”
I grinned triumphantly.
Let Operation Win West Back begin.
“I like this,” he admitted, placing his takeout container on the wall. He peered down on the street first, then up at the nearby skyscrapers. “It’s a small sanctuary in the middle of chaos.”
I wouldn’t call Center City chaos, but sure, I got what he was getting at. It was never really quiet in downtown Philly.
I liked my roof deck too, though. Especially now when the floorboards were in place and I’d had the new furniture delivered. With a canopy and lighting and everything. Ellie had picked out the bistro lights, and Trip had chosen the cushions for the chairs.