Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I’ve never felt so full in my life.
Sweet Mary and Joseph.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. My lips part with a deep moan that comes from somewhere deep inside me. “Oh, God…”
Resting on his strong forearms, he leans down. “God isn’t going to make you come, baby…” His lip brushes my ear. “I am.”
One more powerful thrust and I unravel beneath him. And this time, it’s going to blow my mind even more.
My back arches and my nails dig into his muscular shoulders as he grinds hard into me.
But I’m not even here anymore.
I don’t know where I go.
I cease to exist.
Swept away by the storm.
Mind successfully blown.
He kisses me back to reality.
“I love hearing you come,” he mutters against my lips. “I love the way your pussy tightens against my cock.” I clench, and he groans. “Yeah, baby, just like that.”
High on dopamine and oxytocin, I ease up onto my elbows to watch his thick cock sliding in and out of me.
Over and over again.
But it becomes too much for my senses, and I fall back to let another orgasm consume me with its delicious, sweet heat. I lose myself in sensation after sensation as he goes on to give me one orgasm after another without showing any signs of coming himself.
My body is on overload. Thank the Almighty for not giving me a refractory period. Because just as I get over one orgasm, he conjures another with his magical cock.
This man has stamina.
“Get on your knees,” he commands, pulling out.
My legs are shaky, and my pussy throbs. I’ve come so many times I’ve lost count.
He guides me onto all fours.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” His voice is smooth. “Look at that pussy, so pink and tight.”
He notches his cock to me and eases in slowly, letting out a low groan. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. You know what that does to me? Feel how fucking hard your pussy has got me.” He thrusts in, deep and hard, and my head drops as pain collides with pleasure.
He continues to rock with a punishing rhythm, his cock so big it hits me in places no other cock has come close to touching. I grip the bedsheet and moan because no one has ever fucked me this good.
“Oh fuck, your pussy… you’re so fucking perfect…” Ares lets out an urgent growl and slows his pace. His hands grip my hips as his head falls back. “I’m going to come…”
Deliciously drunk on my post-orgasm highs, I watch over my shoulder as he pulls out and runs his palm up and down the thick shaft, unleashing a deep, primal groan as streams of cum rain down on my ass.
When he’s done, he eases down beside me, his rock-hard chest heaving. His eyes close, and his pulse races in his throat as he tries to catch his breath.
This isn’t what I came here for.
But I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t exactly what I wanted.
He’s a killer, and it excites me.
So does the way he uses his cock and the orgasms he gives me.
I want more, and anything else can wait until I get my fill.
I’m selfish that way.
I’m also out of my fucking mind.
ARES
In the morning, I wake up to the sound of soft rain against the window and the bed empty beside me. I hear the shower going and roll onto my back, every muscle in my body soft and relaxed. I’m so damn comfortable, it’s crazy. I haven’t slept like that in years.
From the cocoon of warm bedsheets, I gaze around the room. It’s sparsely furnished with a dresser, mirror, and a bedside table and lamp on either side of the bed. By the bedroom door are a pair of Doc Marten boots and running shoes, and a leather belt dangles from a hook on the wall. Other than that, there isn’t much in the room. No photographs. No personal items that tell me anything about the girl I spent the night inside of.
I close my eyes and listen to the rain outside.
Usually, the only thing to relax me like this is a punishing session at the gym with a punching bag and weights, and sometimes I’ll take hours to drain the restless energy from my body. And sex can leave me edgy and charged with energy even after I’ve come.
But this morning, I’m on freaking cloud nine.
Every muscle is relaxed.
Every nerve and fiber is loose and satisfied.
I don’t want to move, but my body clock tells me it’s time for coffee.
Forcing myself up, I push back the covers and start to dress. But as I shove my feet into my jeans, the soft sounds of Rory singing in the shower drift into the bedroom, and I stop what I’m doing.
I’m not ready to leave.
Not by a long shot.