Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
“You’re cocky.”
“No, Elena. I’m determined.” Sweat builds down my spine as my orgasm teeters on the edge. I want her to come with me, but I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. Ducking my head, I lick her pulse, biting and sucking on her neck, feeling her walls flex around my length and squeezing the fucker almost to numbness. It staves off the orgasm for just a minute, but it’s only a matter of time before I spray her womb.
I drive into her repeatedly, panting, breathing over and over the words that I mean. “You are mine, Elena. I’ll never give you up. Never.” My muscles flex in my arms as I attempt to keep my weight off her tiny frame while indulging in her perfect tits. My chest burns with insane lust that I need to quench.
“Fuck, you’re going to break me in two.”
“I’ll always put you back together. Now come for me before I spank that ass.” She does as I command and her orgasm rips through her body, driving mine deep inside, spraying her walls with my seed. I spank her ass just because I can.
My heart can’t handle how beautiful she looks thoroughly fucked. Her eyes are heavy-lidded, so I slide out of her with a groan. My poor queen is exhausted. I head into the bathroom and pull out the handkerchief she got me as a Christmas present. I never wore it because it was special to me, but I know what it’s perfect for. I wet it and bring it to her mound. “Whoa. Ah.” She sighs and closes her eyes.
“Better, Elena?”
“Yes, Cameron.” Her voice is laced with exhaustion. I set the material down and then wrap her up in my arms. Her hand rests on my chest as we fall asleep. “I love you, Cameron.”
“I’ve always loved you, Elena.” I press my hand to the crown of her head and let the peace fill me.
Chapter Four
Elena
I wake up and remember yesterday like it was a dream. Cameron and me…oh my God. We had sex. I look over, and he’s still firmly asleep on the bed. I need to get out of here before he wakes up. Shit. Where are my things?
I look around the room, and my robe and phone are on the floor. Shit. I hope it’s not broken. Slowly sliding off the bed, I grab it and see it’s only six in the morning. Great. I can get to my room before anyone is really out and sees me in nothing. I’m so grateful that there’s an app on my phone that can unlock my hotel room door.
I scan the bedroom for my swimsuit and see it’s in tatters. His dress shirt isn’t, so I slip it on and button two of the middle buttons, which is futile because this thing is massive on me. My robe will just have to cover me. Tossing it on, I reach for the door and grab the handle, and I look back to see Cameron hasn’t moved. Good.
Why does my heart fill with pain at that? I press my hand to my chest, and it’s the first time I notice my finger. There’s a massive diamond ring and matching wedding band on it. How much did I have to drink? Smiling, I know we didn’t marry. He slid them on my finger before we had sex, but why? Maybe so hotel management would believe his ruse?
I inch out onto the wooden deck, but I don’t get another step when his big powerful arms wrap around my body, pulling me back inside. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, Mrs. King?”
“What the hell? Mrs. King? How much did you drink, Cameron?” I ask, knowing we didn’t marry—more like sliding on rings he probably bought at one of the novelty shops, playing a game. I move to slide them off my finger to see if there’s a green ring, but his hand clamps down on mine.
“Don’t you fucking dare. I’ll redden your ass so bad, Elena.” He’s angry, but from the length of his hard cock pressed against my ass, he’s not completely mad.
He sits on the bed with me on his lap, my legs hanging off to the side. “I had water, babe. You’re the one who had more than enough to drink. Trust me—I still plan to punish you for that foolish move to come out here alone and try to hook up with strangers.”
“Well, apparently I failed royally. I hooked up with my brother’s best friend who came down here to babysit me.”
“No, you consummated your marriage with your husband who lost his mind when he found out that you came here without him.”
“Have you lost your fucking mind? We’re not married, Cameron. You don’t even like me.”
“Don’t like you? I think I proved that to be a lie last night—and I’m not crazy. Well, not clinically anyway.”