Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86060 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
But he called back anyway.
The phone rang over and over, so I was forced to answer. I took the call and growled into the phone. “Yes?”
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m taking the day off, alright? Vacation day…sick day. Whatever you call it.”
“Pussies get sick days. Now get your ass in here.”
“I know you can handle it. Don’t call again.” I dropped the phone on the nightstand and got comfortable once more.
Now Annabella was awake, and she scooted closer to me on the bed. She wrapped her arm around my stomach and rested her head on my shoulder. “Morning…” She pressed a kiss to my warm skin, moving from my shoulder to my neck.
“I’m sorry that asshole woke you up.”
“Don’t be.” She moved farther on top of me, kissing me all over the place. Her hair dragged across my skin, and her smell was intoxicating in my nose. She kissed my abs and went farther south until she found my hard dick under the sheets. “I’m happy to be awake.” She started to kiss my shaft, dragging her tongue over the tip and down along the vein until she placed a few kisses on my balls.
All I could do was enjoy it. Now I was happy that Hades had obnoxiously ruined my morning. I had the hottest pair of lips against my body that very moment because of it. My hand moved into her hair, and I relaxed as I watched her suck me off and appreciate my morning wood.
After I moaned a few times, I felt my body grow excited and anxious to release, so she pulled her lips away and got on top of me. Naked from head to toe, she was sexy in her tanned skin. She had nice, small tits, a flat stomach with a cute belly button, and the sexiest thighs I’d ever seen. One hand moved into her hair, and she pulled the strands from her face in the most arousing way before she planted both hands on my chest and tilted her hips so she could slide herself onto my dick.
Like a fucking pro.
I’d already had her the night before, but this felt like the first time all over again. My dick wasn’t used to the softness of her wet flesh. I wasn’t used to feeling her so intimately, claiming her in a way I’d never claimed another woman. I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath to steady my excitement so I would last as long as she needed.
I watched her move up and down, arching her back and playing with her tits. Her hand squeezed her breasts, and her fingers pinched the nipples to make herself moan. She kept going, kept rolling her hips, taking every inch of my dick like it didn’t sometimes hurt her.
I couldn’t wait to do this for the rest of my life.
Now I understood exactly what Hades was talking about. I understood the fiery obsession, the unstoppable lust, the enormous love that beat in the heart of a man. There was no one else, and I never wanted there to be anyone else.
My hands went to her hips, and I guided her at a slower pace because I wouldn’t last if she continued to ride me like a damn cowgirl. My threshold for climaxes hadn’t been restored because I wasn’t getting laid on a regular basis. It would take time, especially when there was nothing separating us like this. She needed to be patient, need to give me time to become the man I used to be.
And watching her bounce on my dick with that look in her eyes wasn’t helping.
I guided her body to grind against mine, to drag her clit over my hard body so she could bring herself to climax sooner rather than later. I needed her to shoot her load before I shot mine, because that was what I was known for. I had far too much pride to finish before my woman did.
“I want you to come…” With her palms flat against my chest, she leaned forward and let her hair hang over my face. “You can make me come before or after. Doesn’t make a difference when we have all the time in the world.”
We spent the day in bed, making love in different positions, getting hot and sweaty against the sheets. There wasn’t much conversation because our bodies did all the talking. I felt like a married man on his honeymoon, spending all his time fucking his wife instead of going out to dinner, sight-seeing, and whatever else people did on their vacations.
When we were both starving well past noon, we finally had Patricia send up a tray so we could eat lunch at the dining table. Sex was a powerful distraction to make us forget about food, but when our stomachs began to growl, we couldn’t keep going.