Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I bring our luggage inside and set it down before following her into the kitchen.
“I’m surprised after that breakfast you ordered, you’d even be hungry again this week,” I tease. She’s reaching for her stash of muffins in the fridge and I know it’s because she’s stressing out and trying to control it.
“I’m not really.” She stuffs a mini muffin into her mouth and begins chewing. She cringes at how cold it is, but it doesn’t take long for her to devour it and swallow it down. “I’m just making room for all the muffins I’m going to end up baking this week.”
She shrugs, knowing I’ll know exactly what she means.
“You know that I love your muffins, sweetheart, but perhaps you should find another way to channel all that stressed energy,” I tell her, taking a step toward her and closing the gap between us. I grab the Ziploc baggie out of her hand and set it down on the counter behind her. “Perhaps something a little more pleasurable?” I arch a brow, waiting to see if she gets what I’m saying.
She stares up at me with wide eyes and a small grin on her lips. I wrap a hand around her neck and pull her mouth to mine, taking her in for a greedy and hot kiss. She clings to me immediately, wrapping her arms around my waist and holding me tight against her. She needs this as much as I do.
I lower my hands down to her ass and cup her cheeks, lifting her feet off the floor. She wraps her legs around me, and I shift our bodies out of the kitchen and down the hall. Once I lay her down on my bed, I remove my shirt and unbutton my jeans. She watches intently, studying my every move and keeping her eyes locked on me.
So beautiful, so perfect, and so mine.
Sliding my hands up her thighs, I start clawing at her jeans until they’re pulled down to her ankles and she kicks them the rest of the way off. She reaches for her shirt and I watch as she lifts it over her head and quickly unsnaps her bra, just as eager and greedy as I am. I lean over her body and kiss right below her ear, pressing my lips along her neck and jawline. Her throat vibrates in a low groan in response and she wraps her legs back around my waist, pulling me down against her.
Courtney grabs my face and lowers it to her mouth, matching the pace and neediness of our bodies. The hardness of my cock presses against her panties and I shift my body to one side to pull my boxer shorts down. My dick springs free and she palms it, wrapping her fingers roughly around my shaft and pumping me before I even have time to slide off her panties.
“My girl has no patience today,” I say with a grin.
“Not when it comes to you.” She smiles back, keeping her eyes locked on mine. This past week hasn’t been an easy one for either of us, but it’s comforting to know we can find solace in each other.
I finger her panties and push them to the side before I rip them from her body. She’s wet and the way her body responds to me never gets old. She’s undeniably aroused and the only thing that could stop me from being inside her would be the devil himself.
“Spread your legs wider,” I demand. She releases me and obliges. Kneeling between her thighs, I watch as she bends her knees to her chest. “So fucking perfect.”
I lean over her and take her mouth in a heated kiss as I slowly slide inside her. Her body immediately accepts me and soon I’m driving every fucking inch into her. The way her tight pussy squeezes my cock makes me grow hungrier, and I can’t stop all the feelings that surface when it comes to Courtney. She’s everything perfect and beautiful, and I still can’t believe how far we’ve come after all this time.
I slide out and back inside her, making her yelp at the surprise force.
“Drew!”
I smirk. “Yeah, baby?”
Her head falls back as she laughs. “Why do you always try to break me? Can’t you ever just make slow, sweet love?” I know she’s mocking me by the tone of her voice and the way she’s arching her brows, yet I decide to show her exactly what slow and sweet would be like with her.
“My intentions are to always make it slow and sweet...” I slow my rhythm, almost painfully slow as I slide out and let the tip rest directly on her clit. “But the moment I feel how tight and wet you are, I lose all control.”
“Maybe you’re the one who needs to be handcuffed.” She’s trying to be tough, but I can see the eagerness in her body language. She’s arching her back and clawing at my arms for me to push back inside her. “Okay, I surrender. Stop torturing me!” she begs.