Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
And I was, you know, into it.
I felt a little flushed and breathless even after being pulled out of the scene.
“I’ll take a break,” I said, closing the lid, then carefully placing the laptop back on the nightstand.
When I turned back, Donovan’s gaze was heated and, well, knowing.
“You’re going to have to let me read that book,” he said, surprising me.
“What? Why?”
“Let’s say… for research.”
“Research?” I asked.
“Into how you want to be fucked,” he said, making my sex clench hard.
“I, ah, you do… pretty well with that already,” I said, the need blooming through my system once again.
I’d never felt quite so insatiable before. It was like I couldn’t get enough of him. Like I wanted him to slip inside of me and never leave.
“Do I?” he asked, and that lazy, sexy smirk of his said I was in for some more proof of my words.
Even as I thought that, he was half-rolling onto his side, his hand moving out to trace down the center of my body.
I was shameless in my need for him, and my legs fell open in invitation.
He wasted no time in accepting. His fingers traced up my cleft, and toyed with my clit. The torment seemed to go on endlessly before I felt his fingers slip inside of me and start thrusting.
“No, you stay,” he said when he started to get off the bed, and I tried to move with him. “Just scoot here,” he said, standing off the side of the bed, and reaching inside the nightstand for a condom.
While he fussed with the wrapper, I went ahead and folded up, then sucked him into my mouth, getting a surprised shudder to move through him as his breath hissed out of him.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he growled as I took him deep, then started to move up and down his length in turning motions.
I didn’t need any more encouragement than that. Hell, I didn’t even care if we didn’t have sex. I just loved the way he seemed to lose control when I had him in my mouth.
“Fuck, no, I need to be inside of you when I come,” he demanded, yanking me back by my hair until his cock left my mouth.
Wicked delight filled me at his words, at the idea of him coming inside of me. It wasn’t something I could say I’d ever been interested in before. Despite being on birth control just because I was paranoid, I always used protection.
But now, looking up at this man with his chest heaving from what I’d done to him, I suddenly wanted that level of intimacy.
“That’s not what I meant,” he said, voice somehow both soft and rough at the same time.
“Why not?” I asked, my voice an airy whisper.
I watched as his brow rose at that. “You want to?” he asked, his finger reaching out to trace across my lower lip.
“I have… no issues, you know…” I said, never really needing to have this conversation before since condoms had been mandatory. “And I’m on the Pill. So if you…” I added, trailing off. “What?” I asked, unable to read the strange look in his eyes right then.
“First time for everything, right,” he asked as he tossed the opened condom in the general direction of the garbage.
First time then.
For both of us.
I lowered myself back, once again letting my legs fall open in an invitation that had his chest expanding wide as he took a slow, deep, steadying breath.
Then his hands were reaching for me. He seemed to completely forget about his cast as he pulled my legs up, carefully placing them on his shoulders as he moved in.
And then his cock was sliding up my cleft over and over. Until I was writhing. Until my fingers were clenching the bedsheets.
Then and only then did he slide back down, then slowly slip inside of me.
The sensation was familiar, yet different, and we both gasped a little as he moved into me, as he filled me completely.
He was slow, almost gentle at first. But as the need grew within both of us, he got harder and faster, until we were both moaning and breathless, until we both got pushed to that edge, then shoved over it, crashing down in unison.
We’d just managed to come down from the orgasms, and Donovan had just slipped out of me, when there was a knock at the door.
I never moved so fast in my entire life.
I rolled across the bed, grabbing my clothes, then disappeared into the bathroom.
I could have sworn I heard Donovan let out a little chuckle before he called out to whoever was at the other side of the door. “Give me a second.”
I mean, it was probably ridiculous how I’d reacted.
No one was going to burst into his room. These were all grown-ass men who likely had frequent lady guests in their rooms. Knocks were not followed by someone bursting in like Triss did with me at home, knowing I was almost always alone.