Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He pulled my shirt off next and unclasped my bra with a single hand. Once the material fell, he squeezed both of my tits with his hands and moaned into my mouth. He must be a tit man, because he grabbed on to them every chance he could.
He guided me backward to the bed, popping my jeans open and tugging them down over my ass as we moved.
The master bedroom was decorated in a rosy blush and crystal. A large mural was on the wall, depicting ancient times. We both got naked from the waist down and made it onto the bed. When my back hit the soft sheets, I realized he had already stripped back the covers so we could fuck without interruption.
He was clearly in a hurry to fuck me without a condom because he didn’t go down on me like he usually did. He went straight for the kill, separating my thighs with his and guiding himself in with a smooth entry.
I didn’t need any foreplay anyway. The sight of his naked body was more than enough foreplay for me.
His eyes burned into mine as he sank deep, giving a quiet moan under his breath when he felt skin-on-skin. “Fuck.”
Yes, fuck. Perfect word to describe it.
He fucked me like he’d never had the pleasure before. Hard and aggressive, pounding into me as he supported one of my legs with his arm. The hard muscles of his chest and shoulders started to gleam with sweat, but he pressed on like he had the endurance of an ultramarathoner.
My only job was to lie there and let him fuck me.
God, I was a lucky woman.
His arm suddenly scooped under the small of my back, and he brought us together differently, rubbing his pelvis right against my clit over and over, his big dick pulsing inside me.
He seemed to know I was all about the clit, because he ground into me over and over, thrusting inside me with deep and even strokes, making my legs start to tremble because I knew he was purposely trying to make me come.
Most men never even bothered to try.
My nails clawed his back, and I thrust along with him, my head rolling back the moment it started. It was all too much, the feel of his body on top of mine, the shadows in the bedroom, the sounds of our moans and the slickness of our wet bodies, the fact that this was a clandestine meeting in a hotel like star-crossed lovers. I came, and I came hard, probably harder than I ever had.
He wouldn’t let me look away as I rode the throes of inexplicable pleasure. His hand fisted my hair and anchored me in position, sitting in the front row of my tearful production. He watched the whole thing, his dick thickening inside me in anticipation of his release. “Always look at the man who makes you come.” His fingers tightened on the back of my neck as he continued to fuck me.
Tears streaked down my cheeks to my ears, and my nails clawed his back the way a cat shredded a throw pillow. My hand gripped his ass, and I tugged him into me. “Come inside me.” I tugged on him again and again. The climax was over, but the heat still burned between my legs. “You’ve earned it.”
He reacted quicker than the flip of a light switch, his hips bucking out of rhythm, his moans more like growls from a wolf. The cords in his neck tightened, and his jawline became sharper than cut glass when he clenched his teeth like that. His normally fair skin was tinted red with exertion and desire, and he pumped into me like a man desperate to mark his territory.
I could feel it inside me. Feel the weight. Feel the heat.
He came to a stop, his dick still so hard it was clear that climax didn’t make a dent.
Both breathing hard, we looked at each other, our bodies tangled together, the heat between us still burning us alive.
“How would you like me to fuck you next, sweetheart?”
I didn’t reject the endearment. He could call me whatever he wanted when he made me come like that. “Like this.” I disentangled myself from his body and pressed my cheek into the bed, my ass straight to the ceiling. My head was close to my knees, deepening the angle in my back as far as I could.
His knees dipped the mattress as he scooted closer to me. His hand grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them against the small of my back. Then his big dick entered me like a wrecking ball against a building about to be demolished. “Good choice.”
The bed was so comfortable. I hadn’t slept on sheets like this for quite a while. Luxury used to be a basic part of my existence, but it’d been so long since I’d had nice things that I’d forgotten how wonderful it was to have them.