Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 100113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 501(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
“Spend the day with me,” I say when I finally look into her eyes. “Let me keep you in bed all day and worship your body.”
She smiles as she reaches out and brushes the hair away from my face. “How am I supposed to say no to that?”
Leaning into her soft touch, I close my eyes. “You’re not.”
“Then I suppose you have your answer.”
When I look at her again, she’s practically glowing. “Good, now let’s do that again.” She gasps as I thrust into her, still just as hard as I was before.
The day goes by too quickly, and I realize my time with her is always like that. It’s never enough, and now I just need to figure out how to make it last forever.
Chapter Nine
Anna
When there’s a knock at the door, I smile as I check the time. He’s early. I’m not surprised, but he told me he might end up being late tonight because of his son’s race. I know there’s no reason to carry on with this cat and mouse game when it comes to Rory, but old habits die hard.
Taking my time, I walk slowly to the front door, making the man wait for absolutely no reason. For someone who has spent the last decade leading men on, I should be better at this whole dating thing, but before now my feelings weren’t involved. It’s normally only a job, and there’s no real investment in it. With Rory, I’m all in, and it’s scaring the crap out of me. I barely turn the door handle and Rory is already opening the door on his own and pushing his way into my home.
“I need a key,” he says before he’s on me and his mouth claims mine. I moan as he lifts me off my feet and he pins me to the nearest wall. “Fuck, I missed you,” he says between kisses. “Need inside of you.” His words are broken, but there’s no missing the demand. I bite down on his lip, making him groan. “You telling me no?”
I don’t answer as he shoves my dress up and rips my panties from me. I would complain, but he bought them. He’s bought me dozens of panties after I pretended to be offended the last time he did it.
With one loud grunt, he thrusts all the way inside of me.
“Rory!” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. As wet and ready as I am for him, he’s still a damn tight fit.
“I have no control when it comes to you.” He pulls out and thrusts all the way back inside of me. “I’m a grown man,” he says as he pumps harder. “I shouldn’t be counting down the seconds to get back inside of you.” He almost sounds angry. “I’m never going to get enough.”
My orgasm doesn't get time to build, it’s just there. Rory can yank them right from me like he does everything else in his life. I can’t tell if it’s the way he fucks me, the things he says, or how he looks at me that gets me off so quickly. But damn if that combination doesn’t do it for me every single time.
I cry out his name as the pleasure floods me, but he doesn't stop. Rory never does. He keeps thrusting and taking what he wants, dragging my orgasm out. He’s a possessive man that’s always so hungry for more of me.
“Not done,” he growls. “Never going to be done.” My heart flutters, wanting so badly for that to be true. “Come with me again. I want it, and you’re going to give it to me.”
“Yes.” My whole body clamps around him as I cum again. He mumbles something against my neck and then I hear my name.
“Anna.” His warm cum enters me and I feel every pulse of his cock.
He buries his face in my chest as he thrusts two more times, and I squeeze around him, milking out the last drop. I’ve lost track of how many times he’s cum inside of me this week.
Every morning he’s at my door, and the second Celeste is gone, he’s pushing his way in. Not only into my home, but into my body and my heart.
He stays until he has no choice but to leave, but twice this week I woke up to him crawling into my bed in the middle of the night. I’d almost thought it was a dream. Rory made sure to leave before the sun came up, and every time he left, he took a piece of me with him. I would get up and start my day, still smelling him on my skin and feeling him on my body.
He’s taking over my world, and part of me wants to let him. Only there’s another part of me that fears what will happen when one day he’s gone. There will be a time when his excitement starts to wane, or worse, he finds out who I really am.