Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
He smiles down at me. “When I turned fifteen. My father and brothers all suffer from the same affliction.”
I laugh and he pumps me hard and steals my breath. “Well, I like it,” I whisper.
He fucks me hard again and I cry out. “I know you do. I can feel you clenching around me.”
He starts to lose control quickly. His mouth hangs slack as he pumps me harder and harder, and it’s all I can do to hold on.
Holy shit.
“Lift your legs.” He growls.
I lift my legs and he really lets me have it with deep punishing pumps that make the bed rock and hit the wall. His mouth is ravaging my neck, his cock is ravaging my body, and I have absolutely no idea how to deal with this level of possession.
He completely steals my body as he takes it as his own. He lifts one of my legs and I cry out as he hits the exact spot. Holy hell. I pant and I scrunch my eyes shut as I try to stop it, but I can’t, and after only a few hits, another orgasm rips through me and I scream out.
Cameron sees that as a green light, and that’s when he starts to really fuck me hard.
And this is fucking. Unbridled, animalistic fucking. He starts to moan, his mouth hanging slack as he picks it up to piston pace, and I don’t think I can take any more.
God help me.
He pushes deep and then shudders as he comes silently inside my body.
His eyes are closed and he breathes heavily. I wrap my arms around his perspiring body and he holds me close. He kisses me softly and we pant as we try to catch our breath. Eventually, he rolls over and reaches down, takes off his condom and drops it onto the floor.
I sit up and smile broadly, suddenly aware that I have a sex god naked in bed with me. His tanned body is rippled with muscle and his dick is still hard. Semen is leaking out and, unable to help it, I bend down to lick it off.
Hmm, tastes salty. Tastes good. His eyes hold mine and I lick him again. His hand drops to the back of my head tenderly and suddenly this becomes the most intimate thing I have ever done. His dark eyes watch me as I take him completely in my mouth and smile around him.
“You owe me fifty bucks,” I whisper.
He smiles sexily. “Best fifty bucks I’ve ever spent.”
13
I glance around the luxury bathroom as I sit on the toilet.
It’s early morning and the sun is peeking through the side of the drapes. My eyes roam from the oval stone bathtub sitting in the center of the room, then over to the three-nozzle shower with the bench seat. I have never been in a bathroom like this before. In fact, I don’t think I’ve even seen one this exotic in movies. The more time I spend in this house, the more uncomfortable I become. I don’t know rich. I’ve never had money. So how could I ever fit in to Cameron’s cultured lifestyle? I blow out a deflated breath. This is a lot to take in. My body is tired. Cameron and I stripped each other bare last night. We couldn’t get enough and finally fell asleep with our arms wrapped around each other. The last time we made love in the shower was surprisingly intimate, and to be honest, I kind of wish it hadn’t happened. I now have a super high bar of what lovemaking should really be like. He was tender, soft and loving, and kept whispering beautiful things in my ear as his body slowly brought mine to orgasm. It was great. It was better than great. It was mind-blowing
But now I’m ruined forever.
I finish up, wash my hands, and stare at my fucked-all-night reflection in the mirror, a goofy smile crossing my face.
I look a total mess and Cameron Stanton is frigging perfect. From his body to his mind, to his… I look around at my surroundings… to this house. There isn’t a thing I would change about him. How many men have I met in the past and thought to myself, he would be perfect if only he was funnier? Or he would be perfect if he was smarter? Never have I had a guy who ticked every damn box. I blow out a deflated breath. All this box-ticking is freaking me the hell out, and I know that this is one high that’s going to be hard to come down from.
I don’t want to rain on my own parade, but I really do need go out there and tell him I have a son.
“It’s no big deal,” I murmur to my reflection. But I know it is a big deal. Who am I kidding?