Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 177690 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 888(@200wpm)___ 711(@250wpm)___ 592(@300wpm)
I decide to take charge and show her who, exactly, is in control of this fantasy.
I lie—really I fall, but whatever—on the bed beside her. She whimpers softly, her white teeth biting against the deep red bottom lip. It’s sexy and a sign she wants me as much as I want her. I move my hand slowly under her shirt. She tosses gently, never really rolling away from me and sadly, still not opening her eyes.
The skin on her stomach is warm and soft and as I drag the pads of my fingers against the soft flesh her forehead wrinkles and she rubs her lips together, wetting them. I can’t remember seeing anything as sexy as that tiny movement.
What would her lips taste like? Vanilla? Is that the reason for the scent in the room?
I untie her pants, loosening them so I can slide my hand inside them. Hope’s eyes flutter, and slowly open.
“Aden?” she whispers, her eyes closing again before I can determine the color. I graze my fingers against her warm skin and then with a pleasure-filled sigh from her lips, I let my fingers slide further.
At first touch I’m surprised to find the neatly trimmed thatch of hair against her pussy. I can’t remember taking a woman like that. All the women I’m used to are waxed, painted and had some kind of work done. Whether adding to the boobs, sucking the fat out of their asses, and injecting it into their lips, you name it and I’ve seen, touched, felt and probably fucked it. That’s life in Hollywood.
Is that why this fantasy contains Hope? Am I so desperate to get away from my past that she’s the woman I chose to dream about? Plausible and once my fingers slide between the lips of her pussy, I find I don’t care. It’s time to let fantasies do what they do—and take me away from reality completely. I seek out her clit first, touching it carefully with my finger, circling along the wet flesh. I can practically feel her pulse beat through it. I push against it, before gently painting across it again with her sweet juices that have gathered on my finger. This time Hope moans louder. My attention moves to her face, my gaze locked there as I push two fingers inside of her, leaving my thumb to pet her clit. Instantly, liquid heat gathers on my fingers, coating my digits. She’s so fucking tight. I’ve never had tighter and her body goes pliant, sinking into the mattress, as her legs widen to grant me access. Her eyes open again and my heart-rate kicks up in speed, because I know I will finally see the color of her eyes. Why I want that over more pressing matters, I’m not sure, but it’s a fantasy and I’m done questioning.
I withdraw my fingers, pinching her clit, while managing to use my other hand to shove her pants down past her knees. The jarring move causes her eyes to widen. She stares at me and her dark pupils are dilated.
“What’s going… Aden?” she gasps my name—probably because I choose that exact moment to roughly thrust my fingers deep inside of her. “What are you… Why are…oh God…What are you doing to me?”
“I’m fucking you,” I growl sounding and feeling like an animal.
“But… we can’t…”
“We can and we are, Hope. It’s a dream, we can do anything in a dream.”
“A dream?” she whispers, the last word coming out as a moan as I continue fucking her hard with my fingers. Her hips are thrusting up in the air to try and keep me where she needs me. She’s eager for me, but not as eager as I am to get inside of her.
“A beautiful dream, that tomorrow we’ll forget ever existed.”
“But we don’t like each—”
I move her shirt up, her large, rounded breasts pop out, the nipples hard and the skin surrounding them pebbled and contracted.
“At this moment I like you very much.”
“You do?” she cries, as I bite down hard on her nipple, pulling on it, as my fingers fuck her forcefully, all thoughts of softness gone as need has taken over completely.
“Mmm… I do. I’m going to like leaving my mark all over your body—like I just did on your tit.”
“I don’t think…”
“If you tell me you don’t want this, I’ll stop. But, you and I both know you do. Your body sure as fuck knows you do. You like what I’m doing to you,” I growl.
She doesn’t answer for a minute, but then she widens her legs and her body relaxes for me.
“I like what you’re doing to me,” she murmurs, biting down on her lip.
“I’m going to like shoving my cock in your tight little cunt and fucking you so hard you taste me for weeks,” I growl.