Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59395 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
The words punch through the air and slam into me. “Bella,” I say and reach for her, but my damn cock is between us and still in her hand.
She presses on my chest and swallows hard, her eyes tormented though I’m not sure if she knows how transparent she is because she says, “It was a bad joke. And I know what you really want. Me on my knees.” And that’s exactly what she does. She goes down on her knees and licks my cock.
It’s a damn unfair way to win a war of words.
Chapter Forty-Three
Tyler
Bella on her knees with my cock in her mouth is a fantasy come to life. It was my intent to talk to her about this bullshit my father has created for me and now us, but holy hell, her tongue. She’s licking me like I’m a damn lollipop, which is exactly how my fantasy played out. It’s almost like she’s in my head, when I’m the one who needs to be inside her. Because if she keeps this up, I’m going to unload in her mouth and ruin the hell out of this night.
She sucks me deep and I groan, low and rough. I reach for her and my fingers twine in her hair, guiding her to keep going. But that’s not what’s in my head—the one that actually thinks and makes proper decisions—the one telling me that I’m screwing this up with Bella. I’m being selfish, allowing my pleasure to be the priority. She won’t remember my pleasure tomorrow. She’ll remember hers and I want her to remember. That’s it. We’re done, at least with this. I catch her arms and with supreme effort, drag her away from my cock.
Confusion etches her beautiful features. “You didn’t like it?”
I stroke her hair and say “Baby, it was a perfect fantasy come to life, and yes, I’ve had that fantasy, and about you. But this is not how I want tonight to end.” I scoop her up and carry her to the foot of the bed where I set her on her feet again. I sit down, frame her hips, and walk her close, between my legs. My hands caress up her backside and I kiss her belly. Her body trembles in response.
She bites her bottom lip and dives her fingers into my hair and she stares down at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “You had fantasies about me?”
“Yeah, baby, I did. I was never going to act on them, but then you came to my apartment and seduced me with Dirty Dancing.”
She smiles, and says, “Swayze had a way about him,” only to pant and bite her lip, as my fingers slide along her slick sex. “God, you’re so damn wet,” I murmur, slipping a finger in and out of her, my opposite hand stroking over her breast, fingers tweaking her nipple.
Her hands come down on my face and she leans in and presses her forehead to mine. “I don’t want to come like this either, and if you don’t stop, I will. Can you just be inside me now, already? Please, Tyler.”
And there is the word I most wanted from her, because they tell me she’s all in, one hundred percent present and accounted for. I cup her head and kiss her, scooping her backside as I do and then leaning in to kiss her clit. “Tyler,” she breathes out desperately. “I'm about one right move from coming. Please, please be inside me when that happens.”
I pull her onto my lap. She eagerly climbs on board, her hands settling on my shoulders, her amazing breasts between us, right at my mouth’s reach. I capture her waist, anchoring her, kissing one stiff peak, even as she wraps her hand around my cock and guides me where she wants me. She presses my throbbing erection inside her, and she is tight and wet, and it’s about the closest thing to heaven on Earth I can imagine.
When she has all of me, her hands press to my face, and she leans in, her lips above mine as she says, “I’m not going to regret this. How could I?”
That brings me back to Earth with a crash. Too easily, I think, but she’s caught in the moment. Right here, right now, she believes tomorrow will be sunshine and daisies while I know differently. For that reason, the sincerity of her words, her belief, cuts me like a knife. I drag her mouth to mine, kissing her with the fierceness of a man who wants to own the woman he’s inside. Our bodies start to sway together, and I cover her breasts with my hands, and she covers my hands with her hands. She eases back, squeezing my shaft, her eyes meeting mine as she rides me, and rocks against me.