Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I always thought I was better off alone, without the complications, so I could focus on what was important—my future. But now, I realize that I didn’t know any better. Like a child who’s never been loved, they don’t know to miss the love. I didn’t know what I was missing out on, having someone to talk to about my day, share my ups and downs with. Getting off isn’t just about quickly finding my release anymore. It’s about connecting with someone on a deeper, more intimate level.
My orgasm rips through me, and I shudder as waves of pleasure course through my body. Julian only waits long enough for me to ride it out before he turns me back around, lifts me against the wall, and plunges into me. My body is sensitive from my orgasm, and I scream out in pleasure as he fucks me fast and hard, as if he needs to remind both of us that I am his.
When I come again, it’s around his cock, screaming his name in pure ecstasy as he repeatedly says, “You are mine,” punctuating it with every thrust.
I assume he’s going to come inside me, so I’m confused when he pulls out and sets me on my feet. “Show me that you’re mine,” he says, stroking his cock.
It only takes me a second to understand what he wants, and I drop to my knees, taking over stroking him.
“I’m yours,” I tell him, our eyes locked in a heated stare. “I’m all fucking yours.”
I part my lips and suck gently on the head, and he explodes all over my face. I could have easily opened my mouth and swallowed it down, but I know what Julian wanted—to claim me.
And he proves that when he stares down at the ribbons of cum all over me, his gaze burning with molten desire. He swipes a finger through the stickiness and drags it over to my lips, painting them like his cum is lipstick.
I press a kiss to the pad of his finger, then bite down on it playfully, and he smirks mischievously, his tell-tale sign that he wants to be inside me.
“Not happening,” I tell him, standing and kissing him quickly before moving around him to rinse off. “We have too much to do today to spend it in the shower.”
“Fine,” he mutters. “But when we get back, I’m taking you away. Somewhere private, where I can stay inside your perfect cunt for days.”
“Only on one condition …” I lean in and cup the side of his face. “You also fuck my other holes.”
“Jesus, Red,” he groans. “You can’t say shit like that after telling me I’m not allowed to be inside you.” He glances down at his growing erection. “Now, I’m going to be thinking about fucking your ass all day.”
The thought has me squirming in my spot, and like the sex fiend my husband has turned me into, I reach out and grasp his shaft.
“Maybe we have time for one more round of sex.”
“Mine,” he growls, grabbing the side of my face. “All fucking mine.”
chapter twenty-six
JULIAN
“Welcome back!” Samuel hugs his daughter and then me.
We arrived home from Vegas late last night, and Samuel requested a meeting with us this morning, so with less than a few hours of sleep, we dragged ourselves into work.
“Everyone’s talking about the event,” he says, sitting across from me and Ana in the conference room. “The feedback is exceptional, and the numbers speak for themselves.”
As he pulls up the data, Josie drops off breakfast and coffee.
Ana grabs a coffee and inhales it like an addict, moaning like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.
When our eyes meet, I quirk a brow, and she smirks, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. My wife is a sexy minx.
We spend the next thirty minutes going over the data, and it’s safe to say this event was successful and we’ll be looking to do more collabs like this in the future.
Before Samuel concludes, he asks if there’s anything either of us wants to share, so I use this opportunity to let him know about the deal I signed.
“The Houston Flyers have signed on for Kingston to be their official sponsor this season.”
“Nicely done,” Samuel says with a nod. “I didn’t even know you were working on that.”
“It kind of fell into my lap,” I admit, “and I didn’t want to say anything until I knew for sure since they’d yet to have a liquor company as a sponsor. But the contracts were signed this morning, and our team will be moving forward with the Flyers marketing team to ensure everything is ready to go when the season starts in October.”
“Good job, son.” Samuel grins proudly. “I can’t wait to hear more about it later.” He glances from me to Ana. “Anything else?”