Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Hot. Wet. Tight.
And then I’m coming.
Like a motherfucking virgin.
I break our kiss, embarrassed as fuck. My head drops to Giselle’s chest. She’s breathing heavily from doing all the work, yet she didn’t even get off.
“That’s not how I wanted this to go down,” I mutter, and her body shakes with laughter. I look up at her and she’s smiling down at me. I shake my head in frustration. “I wanted to make love to you, not fuck you in the backseat of a town car and blow my load in ten fucking seconds like a horny teenager.”
Giselle giggles. Fucking giggles.
“Actually,” she says, “it was me who was fucking you.”
I groan and close my eyes. She giggles some more. “It’s not funny. You didn’t even get off.” I go to lift her off me, but her thighs clench around mine. My now-flaccid dick is still inside her.
“Hey,” she murmurs. When I don’t open my eyes, I feel her cold palms against my cheeks. “Look at me, Kill.” I do, and fuck if she isn’t the most stunning woman I’ve ever met. Her hair is tousled, her lip gloss is smeared. Her cheeks are a light pink. She’s fucking gorgeous.
“We have all night,” she says. “Once we get back to your place and your dick recuperates, you can fuck me.”
“I don’t want to fuck you,” I say, repeating my earlier words. “I want to make love to you.”
Twenty-One
Giselle
“Take that dress off now,” Killian demands when we enter his condo. I watch as he pulls at his tie until it comes loose, then he drops it to the floor along with his jacket. He unbuttons his shirt and drops it haphazardly, then kicks his shoes into the corner before he removes his pants and boxers. I follow him into the bathroom—enjoying the view of his tight, muscular ass—where he turns the water on in his spacious shower. He looks at me and frowns. “Giselle, clothes.”
I giggle—because apparently a man telling me he loves me leads to me turning into a teenage girl—and unzip my dress. It falls to the marble floor and pools around my high-heeled feet. I step out of it and am left in a pink and black satin bra and panty set and my heels. I didn’t plan on Killian seeing me in this, but when I woke up this morning and remembered it was Valentine’s Day I wore it to feel pretty. Now, based on the way Killian is looking at me, I’m very glad I did.
I unlatch my bra and let it fall to the ground. My nipples pebble from the slight chill in the air. Next, I hook the sides of my panties with my index fingers and slowly lower them down my legs until they reach my heels, then I step out of them, fully aware I’m putting on a show for Killian.
“Fuck me,” he groans as he eye-fucks his way down my now-naked body while I stand in front of him in only the heels he bought me. He stalks over and lifts me up, placing me onto the counter. The granite is cool against my overheated body, and it causes me to shiver. His lips land on my neck. He peppers kisses downward, stopping along the way to suck and lick my overheated flesh. My fingers pull on his hair, demanding more. My heels wrap around his bare ass and pull him into me. His dick, once again hard, teases my clit. I pull him in closer and his dick enters me.
Killian groans, biting down on my shoulder. “Fuck me,” I beg, and he does. His hips thrust powerfully as he fucks me harder than I’ve ever been fucked in my life. My head lulls back and hits the mirror as I moan in pleasure. His lips go to my breasts, sucking on my nipples. His dick is thick and long and hits my G-spot over and over again. And unlike last time, I come completely undone. My entire body shakes, my vaginal walls clench, and I orgasm around Killian’s cock as his warm seed fills me.
“Jesus fucking Christ, woman!” he growls. “I can’t control myself with you.”
I laugh at his words. “Well, at least we’re getting closer to the bed,” I point out. “What’s the saying? Third time’s a charm?”
“Shower, now,” he grunts, and I laugh some more.
“Yes, caveman.”
He glares playfully then pulls out of me. When he backs up farther, his eyes go wide, and I follow his gaze downward to see what he’s looking at. Fuck! We didn’t use protection. Both times. I’m about to tell him I’m on birth control when he says, “That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
“What?” I look down, confused. I waxed recently, but surely he’s seen a hairless pussy before.
“My seed dripping out of your cunt and running down the inside of your thigh.”