Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 320(@300wpm)
“This can’t happen,” she whispered again, shutting her eyes.
“Babe.” At the sound of my voice near her ear, her eyes popped open and met mine in the mirror. “It’s already happening.”
“Oh, God.” She closed her eyes when I nipped her shoulder, pushed herself onto me again, inviting me.
I took my hands off the counter and swiped her hair to one side of her shoulder with one while the other traced the curve of her body. She was wearing a dress with shoulder straps that fell off her shoulders. I brought my mouth to the back of her neck as I hooked a finger under one of the straps. I didn’t dare take my eyes off her face in the mirror. She was watching me back, eyes blazing.
“You want this, Rosie.”
She nodded her head slowly, lips parting.
“Tell me.” I bit down on her shoulder blade lightly and ground my cock against her ass.
“Fuck.” She groaned, throwing her head back, giving me more access. “I want this. I want you, Dominic. Please.”
“Hm.” I smiled against her skin and continued my exploration of her neck, her jaw, her back, relishing the way she inhaled sharply when I reached certain spots.
I couldn’t wait to see what she did when I buried my face between her legs. Would she even breathe then? I continued dragging the dress down, my mouth following each patch of skin bared to me as I went. Once I was on my knees and reached her ass, bare on either side of the stringy thong she had on, I pulled back and closed my eyes on a groan. How many times had I pictured this ass in my hands, in my face, with my dick inside it? I’d lost count. I’d watched too much porn as a teenager, but while my friends were picturing Jenna Jameson when they jacked off, I pictured Rosie. I didn’t want to. I tried not to. Sometimes I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t help myself. I bit each of her ass cheeks now, licked where I bit, and did it again. She kept moving, groaning, moaning, hissing, each time I did it and I decided I’d teased enough. I slapped her ass hard as I stood, finding her eyes wide on me in the mirror.
“I can’t believe you did that,” she whispered.
“What?” I slapped her ass again. “This?”
She nodded, eyes hooded.
“You like it.”
“No.” She shook her head, nodded, and shook it again as if she couldn’t decide. I slapped her other ass cheek, then gripped both in my hands, squeezing. She gasped.
“You fucking love it, Rosie. Look at yourself.”
“I don’t.” Her voice shook.
I brought a hand to her front and dipped it into the front of her thong, my cock growing impossibly hard when I felt how wet she was. I tried not to show it on my face, but there was no use in playing that game; there was no use in hiding how much she affected me. I didn’t expect her to know that I never went after women with this persistence. I didn’t expect her to know just how much I needed her. I slid two fingers between her folds.
“You don’t like this?” I asked, fingers sliding against her. I wouldn’t sink one in yet, I wouldn’t rub her clit yet, either. Maybe I wasn’t done teasing after all. Maybe I’d drag it out until she screamed out my name and begged me for it. “I can’t wait to see how wet you get when you actually like something.”
“Dominic,” she gasped, pushing her ass back onto my cock. “I need . . .”
I waited, paused my teasing.
“I need you.” She ground against me.
“Need what, baby? Tell me.”
She shuddered. I wasn’t sure if it was the term of endearment that earned the reaction, or the way I’d bit the shell of her ear, but I vowed to do both again.
“Tell me,” I said again.
“I need you to make me come.” She shivered at her own words, cheeks flushing as if she couldn’t believe she’d spoken them. I hid my smile against the side of her neck as I sucked.
This was going to be so much fucking fun.
17
ROSIE
I knew it was a bad idea before we started, but the orgasm he gave me in the bathroom confirmed it. He lifted me and carried me to his room, opening and shutting the door with his foot. He walked to the king-size bed and dropped me in the middle of it. My body bounced up once and I set my elbows up to both steady myself and look at him. I wanted to look around, I really did, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Dominic. I’d never admit it, but I couldn’t think of a time he didn’t make me feel a certain type of way when he looked at me. Before I started dating his brother, he’d looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. After I started dating his brother, he looked at me with contempt, like he hated my existence. Ten years later, he looked at me with a mix of curiosity, affection, and the kind of lust that threatened to set me on fire from the inside.