Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 136731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
A small amount of my arousal dulls.
Julius reaches back without breaking contact with me, opening the nightstand drawer and retrieving a condom. He doesn’t hesitate the way I do, doesn’t let me regret my choice. Tearing the foil packet open with his teeth, he brings the condom down between us and rolls it on. And he does this while keeping it real. “I want to fuck you bare, baby, and that day will come, but you were married to a cunt of a man who fucked around, and he did this then came home and fucked you bare. And I’m not going to talk about his brother right now, because I’m about to fuck and I don’t want to lose my hard-on.” He looks up at me from his cock. “Not saying you have anything, baby, but I sure as hell ain’t taking the risk, which means until we both get ourselves tested and cleared, I’m not going to make out with that pussy I crave more than air, nor am I going to go ungloved when we fuck.” His eyes hold no amount of disgust. This is just Julius laying it out. “Okay?”
I know this is not only fair but responsible, too. But, fuck, I hate that Dino put me in this position of sheer mortification. My body turns stony with it.
“Okay.” My nose begins to tingle with the familiar sting of tears, and I blink them back. “Sorry.”
“Shut your fucking mouth.” The harsh words are spoken so gently that they feel like a warm embrace. He grips my hips, digging his fingers in enough to pinch. “Shut it right now. Nothing that happened to you was your fault. Nothing. You were a young woman surrounded by bad people who knew better, people you trusted to take care of you. You trusted them to keep you safe. A shit-ton of people failed you, Ana, but you aren’t one of them. You saved yourself. You did nothing wrong. Understand me?”
“Yeah,” I croak quietly, and deep down, I know he’s right.
“Good.” He slides away from me, laying down flat on the bed, slowly stroking his cock with long, delicious fingers that I want to suck into my mouth. “Climb on, baby.” His eyes hood as I sit up, and he trails my near-naked body with a glance. “Ride me.”
On my knees, I crawl to his side, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and sliding them down my thighs, to the mattress, where I step out of them. I throw my leg over him, to the left side of his waist, then scoot closer, bringing my knees into contact with his hips.
He reaches out to me, running the back of one hand up, over my stomach, which clenches in response. He runs his knuckles over my breast, farther, trailing over the sensitive bud that tightens at his light touch, causing me to tremble in pure bliss.
As he continues to explore my body, taking his time, I rest one hand on his stomach for balance then reach back to take his long, hard cock into my small hand. I sit up taller, guiding the tip of him to my wet entrance, and when my parts kiss his in warm greeting, I remove my hand, placing it with the other at his stomach.
His breath catches as I put the slightest amount of pressure, sitting gently. The head of him slips inside of me and we both moan, my eyes rolling into the back of my head with desire. With my eyes closed, I sit down farther, but wince as the girth of him stretches me wide.
His hands on my hips, he holds me there, not allowing me to seat myself an inch more. “We got all the time in the world. Take it slow. I want this good for the both of us, baby. Just relax.”
It’s like he always knows what to say.
I remind myself that this man will never force me; he will never rape me, or use my affections to manipulate a situation. Julius will never hurt me like Dino did. Julius does not get off on pain. He wants only mutual satisfaction, nothing more.
And here I am, on top of him. A position Dino never allowed me to try. It put a woman in a position of control, and he would never allow that.
But Julius would. Not only would he allow it, but he was the one to suggest it.
Taking a deep breath, my calm returns and I move my hips around slowly, testing how much pain I am in.
Surprisingly, there is no pain.
Warmth lights my belly on fire and turns my blood to boiling lava while my nipples tighten at the feeling of impossible fullness between my welcoming thighs. I know there is more, so I test the waters, rearing down in torturous slowness, taking one more inch, then another. And although it burns as he stretches me, it doesn’t hurt.