Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 102560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102560 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“So good,” he moans against my damp skin. He sucks harder, and when he nips at me, I swear I’m at the top of a roller coaster, about to fall over the edge.
“I’m going to come.”
“Do it, Layla,” he challenges. “Come on my tongue.” This time, it feels like an order.
His mouth tightens around me, sending me over the edge. A primal moan pours from my mouth.
I can feel myself come apart.
As the thrust of his tongue grows harder, so does my orgasm.
It keeps going and going, and I swear it will never stop. My walls contract, pulsing and gripping, needing desperately for something to fill me.
“Fuck me.” I’m riding the edge of oblivion, panting and not being able to control myself. “Please. I need you.”
He pulls away, and then I watch through hooded lids as he removes his clothes, pulls a condom out of his pocket, and sheathes himself.
He crawls up my body, and I wrap my legs around him as he aligns himself with my core.
One powerful thrust and Cain Archer is fully seated inside me.
He holds still, not moving an inch, but the need to have him do something has me lifting my hips.
His cock thrusts in and out.
“Just like that.”
He slows his pace at my words, dragging his cock slowly in and out of me. He’s trying to torture me, and it’s working.
He gives a little laugh as I squirm under him, trying to speed him along. And then he pushes back inside me.
“You’re not in control here,” he practically growls out.
His hands grip me under my thighs, and he lifts me to get a better angle, fucking me again. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he kisses me. Our mouths collide in a frenzy of passion.
“Feels so fucking good,” he says through gritted teeth. He readjusts his hands to cup my ass. “I need to feel your tight pussy when you come.”
His dirty words are my complete undoing.
He pumps into me mercilessly as he brings me closer to the brink. Then I’m falling over the edge, and he’s groaning right beside me.
He collapses into my arms.
I’ve never felt anything like this in my life, and the thought scares me.
Maybe Mara is right.
I could lose myself completely to this man.
The question is, do I care?
And as he places a soft kiss on the skin of my neck, I think to myself, No, I don’t.
I would happily get lost as long as I can feel this way, even if only for a brief time.
22
Layla
When I open my eyes the next day, I find Cain lying beside me with his hand thrown over his face. The early morning stubble on his chin reminds me of all the things we did yesterday.
It was incredible, but now I’m supposed to go to the office.
How can I leave him here?
I let my eyes wander over his face, down his collar, and then I see his exposed chest. The blanket lays over his hips, but that perfect V is visible.
I can’t leave.
I grab my phone, careful not to wake him, and fire a text to my boss, telling him that I’ll be working from home to finish this article.
Then I’m removing the blanket and crawling closer to him.
With the blanket off his body, I can’t help but stare.
“Morning,” he mumbles, but I don’t respond. Instead, I lick my lips and take him in my mouth. At first, as I lick him, he doesn’t move. But as I continue, I hear him moan. “Now this is how I want to wake up every day.”
His words spur me on, and I become even more enthusiastic about my early morning task.
I bob my head up and down, and he grows even larger, if that’s possible.
“Off.” I look up at him, confused. “Inside you,” he groans, and then his hand reaches out next to the bed where my box of condoms is. He sheathes himself, and the next thing I know, I’m being flipped and rolled onto my stomach. He moves fast.
His hands land on my ass, then he thrusts inside me from behind.
There is nothing sweet or nice about this.
He owns me as he pumps fast and hard.
“Mine.” His words make my body quiver. I moan at what he says. “Good girl.”
Then he pulls himself out and slams back in. He continues this pace, and soon, we are both falling over the edge.
Both of us lie on the bed, breathing heavily, trying to regulate our breathing.
“When do you have to go to work?”
“I actually emailed my boss. I’m working from home today. I thought we could hang out together while I finish the article.”
“Is that what you really wanna do? I won’t get in the way?”
“Yes, I want to spend the day together. And no, you won’t be in the way. I do have to take breaks.”