Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
His lips had frozen at my neck, and I bit my lip as I reached for his hand.
The moment my hand touched his, he shivered.
“Like this,” I whispered to him as I guided his hand down.
The moment I felt that blunt finger of his touch my clit, I knew that I was going to come.
Which, apparently, was all the encouragement that Dante needed.
He took control then.
His lips caught my skin, and he sucked lightly.
His hand delved deeper until his finger rested at the entrance to my sex.
And, before I could tell him a single thing, he let that finger slip inside of me.
I was so wet from his ministrations, as well as the simple fact that the man behind me was Dante, that it was almost embarrassing.
He felt so good.
God, everything about him was perfect.
“Dante,” I breathed.
Still he remained silent, but it didn’t matter.
He was perfect.
His fingers were perfect.
His mouth was perfect.
Everything about him was perfect.
I reached behind me and started to feel.
He had pants on, but not his jeans. Sleep pants.
His sleep pants were doing barely anything to contain his raging erection, and when I pushed his pants and boxers down, his cock sprung free and slapped against my lower back with a meaty thud.
I shivered as my hand circled around him, and Dante growled.
“Fuck.”
His strangled curse word was enough to encourage me to continue. I pumped him with my fist, relishing in the fact that he filled it to overflowing.
I’d been with two men in my life, and both of them had been a disappointment.
Dante wasn’t even inside of me yet, and he’d already given me more than the other two men ever had.
“Dante, I need you.”
“No more talking,” he ordered as he rolled me over onto my back.
And then he was between my thighs, his mouth on mine.
Still, he was careful to keep his weight off of me, remembering without me having to remind him that I was still recovering.
Which made my heart beat faster than ever.
And then I felt his cock at my entrance.
I couldn’t see a thing, but his mouth hovered over mine, letting me know without words that he was there.
Seconds after that realization, he filled me in one long, slow thrust.
His mouth stayed fused to mine, and we breathed in each other’s breaths.
One thrust. Two thrusts. Three. Four. Five. Six.
And then I came.
I came so long and hard that I took him with me.
He followed me over the edge, and by the time I came to, the first rays of the morning sun started peeking through the blinds.
The blinds of Dante’s bedroom window.
I was in Dante’s bed.
Oh my God.
I was in Dante’s bed!
Then I said something I never should have said.
“Dante... I love you.”
I knew the moment I said it that I should’ve never put voice to those words.
He got squigged out even when I showed him too much affection. Why would I think telling him ‘I love you’ would be any different?
It wasn’t. In fact, the reaction I received was worse. Much worse.
He looked over at me, and I knew I’d lost him. He was no longer there with me. Well, mentally anyway. Physically he was there. But the rest of him? Poof in a cloud of smoke.
Dante’s short little fuse had been lit, and in a matter of seconds, everything was blown to smithereens.
“Dante...”
“I need you to leave.”
He yanked out of me so fast that I gasped in surprise.
“You what?”
He threw my panties and pants at my face.
“I need you to leave.”
I took them, clutching them to my chest, and sat up.
“Why?”
He wouldn’t look at me.
“Because I don’t want you here.”
“But…”
“I. Don’t. Want. You. Here.”
“You don’t want me here.” I sounded like a broken record. I couldn’t find the words. I literally felt like I was floundering in water. Drowning. Was my head above water?
I literally felt sick to my stomach. Two minutes ago, I was on top of the world. And now... well, now I wasn’t sure how much lower I could be.
“Okay,” I said, sitting up and reaching down to slip my panties over my feet.
In the process, I leaked all down my leg and on his precious quilt. The one that he’d freaked out about when I’d used it to cover up here when I was first recovering.
The quilt he’d thrown away. The quilt that he’d seen after I’d washed it and immediately took to his room to lay over his bed. I hadn’t seen it until today. Until he’d laid my head down next to it. It’d been only a glance. A short glance before he’d followed me down, placing his body on mine. Then I’d forgotten about everything but him. How he was making me feel.
And now, that feeling was nowhere in sight.
What was in sight was his release, which had come out of my vagina, dripping down on the quilt. I knew he’d seen it too because he flipped out. Again.