Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 81021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
His hips thrust one final time, pressing me against the cool, wet tile while the rest of his pleasure subsides. “Fuck. Shit.”
I laugh because, holy hell, I’m the one who brings this badass to his knees.
Almost.
“Kelsey.” He lifts me in his arms, pressing my body between him and the tile in one breath, impaling me on his cock in the next. He’s magnificent as he holds me in place and fucks me like he’s my own personal sex toy, his thick cock sliding in and out of me in time with my moans and groans.
This man is so in tune with me, so aware of every gasp and every sigh of pleasure that comes out of me, and best of all? He responds perfectly, giving me exactly what I need even before I know what it is that I need. Long and thick, I feel every inch of him thrust in and out of me. I can feel the veins in his cock pumping through me. I feel his cock harden as I clench around him, and I’m lost.
I’m too far gone to do anything other than accept what he’s offering.
“Coop,” I whisper in his ear a moment before my whole world explodes and fireworks shoot off behind my eyes. It’s a fast, hard orgasm that feels as if it’s being yanked from me atom by atom. “Coop,” I whimper and bury my teeth in the muscles between his neck and shoulder.
“Kelsey, babe,” he whispers in my ear, then shuts off the water, holding me with his free hand as he steps from the shower and takes me straight to bed. I’m on my back, legs in the air, with Coop staring down at me as he gives me a hard, dirty fuck that makes my pussy explode with pleasure.
“So wet.”
“All. You.”
He smiles and leans forward, taking one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and then biting as his own pleasure arrives and shoots deep into my body. Coop keeps pumping until another wave of pleasure shoots through me, and I’m coming again, watching as he’s still coming apart.
“You’re beautiful,” I manage with a small smile.
“That’s my line.” Then his lips are on mine, kissing me until we both land gently back on earth.
Together.
I lie there with a smile on my face for I don’t know how long, and I don’t even care. My body is satisfied and in relaxation mode. My pussy has a gentle, delicious ache that makes me want to sleep for a few days or fuck him again and again. And again.
I’m close to sleep when I feel something cool and wet between my thighs.
“Oh!” I look up, and Coop is there with a towel, cleaning me. Cleaning me! “Thanks, but you didn’t have to do that.”
“I didn’t have to, no, but you look so peaceful I thought I might wake you up later with my tongue.”
“Mmm, yes, please.” I pretend to snore for a quick second, and Coop laughs. “What a great nap.”
“Funny.” He tosses the towel haphazardly into the bathroom and comes back to bed, pulling me into his arms until I snuggle on his chest.
I’m too amped up to sleep but too tired to do anything other than lie here with the sound of his heart beating beneath my ear. “That was incredible, Coop.”
“It was pretty fucking great,” he agrees, one big hand sliding up and down my back, a move that sends goosebumps racing to the surface.
“Coop,” I look up and him and smile. “Short for Cooper?”
He nods. “Cooper is my last name.”
Last name, not first name. If he wants me to know, he’ll tell me. Right? “Hmph.”
His lips twitch. “You can ask.”
“Let’s say I do ask, would you tell me?”
“Dallas is my first name, but everyone has called me Coop for as long as I can remember.”
“Why? Dallas is a good name. Strong and sexy.”
He shrugs. “My dad’s name is Dallas, and you know what’s funny? He doesn’t go by Dallas either.”
I suck in a sharp breath. “What a waste of a great name.”
His deep, rumbling laughter echoes in the room. “Thanks?”
“Anytime, babe.” He gives my ass a smack, and I shiver. “What about you? What makes a rich girl who mixes and mingles with high society want to become a psychiatrist?”
I swallow down the excitement that Coop is asking about my life, beyond how my father makes his money or the size of my family home.
“You really want to know?”
“I don’t ask questions I don’t give a fuck about, Kelsey.”
Okay. “Growing up and even now, if I’m honest, I suffered from depression and anxiety. It got so bad I almost didn’t graduate high school because my parents refused to accept that it was real. I hated that feeling, so out of control, you know?”
I doubt Coop does know; he seems like a pretty together guy.