Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Ethan!” I moaned as my orgasm tore through me, sending a thousand tiny volts of pleasure shuddering across my body.
“There she is,” he said, all satisfied and cocky as he grinned at me.
I barely had two seconds to catch my breath, the aftershocks still rattling through me, before he gently lifted me up and maneuvered me around until I was on all fours before him.
He smacked my ass again, the sweet sting zinging straight up my spine as he gripped my hips and aligned himself with me, gliding his hard cock through my wetness. Bending over me, he planted kisses down the line of my spine, drawing out the tension until I was sure I would snap.
“You want it hard and fast, don’t you, baby?” he asked, but he knew the answer.
“Yes,” I said, nudging my hips backward, glancing over my shoulder with a pleading look.
He grinned at me, looking hotter than hell on his knees, towering behind me, his hands on my hips as he made me wait. He leaned over me again, bringing his mouth to the shell of my ear. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, all tease gone from his voice as he slammed home inside me.
I arched at the sudden contact, at the sharp way he filled me that made me shiver.
He pulled all the way out and did it again, his thrusts hard and fast and totally consuming, just like him. My palms smacked against the yoga mat as I braced myself, my knees cushioned as he took me from behind.
His hand roamed over my back until he reached my hair, undoing the tie until my hair spilled over my shoulders. He wound it around his hand just enough that my chin turned upward, the claiming sensation sending electricity crackling over my entire body, my pussy clenching down on his cock.
“You like that, baby?” he said, dipping down to kiss my neck before nipping the sensitive flesh there. “You like it when I take control?”
God, I did.
I really fucking did.
“I trust you,” I sighed the words, breathless from the pleasure ramping back up in my body as he took me again and again.
His ruthless pace slowed, and I whimpered as I glanced over my shoulder. Something flashed in his eyes as our gazes locked, something vulnerable and raw, and it did things to my heart.
He pumped into me with a hard, long stroke. “Say it again.”
“I trust you,” I moaned the words, the intensity in his eyes, the way he held me completely at his mercy turning me absolutely liquid.
His eyes guttered, his muscles clenching as he thrust into me again, harder this time.
I moaned, the delicious combination of pleasure and pain rippling over every nerve I possessed.
“Again,” he demanded.
“I trust you,” I groaned as he upped his pace, my heart expanding in my chest right along with the pleasure taking up every inch inside me.
Trust meant everything to him. I’d learned that through our sessions, through his past, where he’d been betrayed. Maybe me saying it was more terrifying for him than if I’d said the L word, but I couldn’t hold it back.
Wouldn’t take it back either.
Because I did trust him with everything that I was, and he deserved to know that.
“Goddamn, Alexandra,” he groaned when I used my position to push back against him, taking him faster and harder. He met me, surpassed me, consumed me, his free hand sliding around my hip and between my thighs to stroke my throbbing clit.
The combination was fire, and I clenched down around his cock, my orgasm slashing through me with the force of a sudden storm. I cried out, and he pumped me through it, groaning when his own release took him over the edge with me.
I trembled beneath him as he released my hair, bending over me to plant gentle kisses over my back that were such a contrast to the way he’d just fucked me. It made my heart expand in my chest, making room for him in ways I told myself would never happen again.
After we caught our breath, he gently pulled out of me, and it was all I could do to not collapse on the floor in a puddle.
“I’ve got you,” he said, shifting before he scooped me off the floor and up into his arms.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, a post-orgasm bliss falling over me.
“I promised I’d get you cleaned up,” he said, walking into an enormous bathroom attached to his home-gym. The shower was bigger than my master bedroom closet.
“Do you always keep your promises?” I teased as he turned on the hot water, letting it run for a few moments before he set me on my feet beneath the warm, steamy stream.
He dragged his thumb over my lip, his eyes scanning every inch of my face. “For you, I do.”