Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 87721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
My back arches, and I scream, both in pleasure and from the bite of pain of how much thicker he feels from this angle. Rough fingers dig into the meat of my hip as he pulls my body back to meet his with every stroke.
It’s heaven, the thick slide of his cock taking me this way.
It’s hell because I know I’m ruined after this. No other man will compare, and that nearly brings tears to my eyes.
I fall forward some when his fingers leave my hair, but then I’m back up on my elbows, shifting my body back to meet his when those fingers find my clit with adept precision.
God, has sex ever felt this good? Not that I can recall right now.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I pant as arrows of heat shoot down my spine, settling in my lower belly with the threat of an explosion that’s sure to leave me unable to walk.
I press my face into the pillows, moaning as he works his fingers and his cock even harder. He must be as close as I am, waiting for me to fall over the edge before he allows his own pleasure to manifest.
I couldn’t deny him if I wanted to. He growls, and the unspoken command skyrockets me toward the heavens, my body convulsing, gripping him in rhythmic praise for a job well done.
He holds me up with his hand on my hip, pinching my clit one last time that forces another quake of release from my body. When he pulls his hand back, I can’t help but fall forward, but it’s only my upper body he allows to move. His grip holds me in place, and I feel the brush of his knuckles on my core as he strokes his cock three times before jets of cum slash across my back, the heat a sharp contrast to the sweat dotting my back.
He doesn’t roar like a caged animal when he comes, and if it weren’t for the sharp breaths he’s trying to take, I would think he was barely affected at all. My eyes are open, staring into the pillow shoved against my face, but I don’t move immediately. I couldn’t if the house were on fire, but I know I can’t stay like this forever. When I finally gain both the strength and the courage to crawl out of the bed, Deacon is sitting on the edge of the mattress with his head buried in his hands.
He doesn’t speak a word or look at me when I gather my clothes and leave the room. I don’t know how to feel as I cross the hall to the bathroom. Yes, we just had amazing sex. That orgasm was possibly the best I’ve ever had. He got off, too, but I can’t help but wonder as I’m washing him from my skin if I just made the biggest mistake of my life.
Chapter 27
Deacon
If it wasn’t Wren’s ringtone blaring from my phone, I would pick the damn thing up and chuck it through the window, but this call could be the one that will help set my entire life back in order.
So why do I falter when I grab it from the nightstand? Why is my heart pounding from more than the amazing orgasm I just had?
“Yeah?” I snap when I answer the phone.
“Rough night?” Wren asks, but he clears his throat when I don’t answer. “I’ve found Dani.”
He yawns, and guilt fills me inside because I know I just spent the best night I can remember with a gorgeous woman wrapped around me before waking up and sliding every thick inch I have to offer inside of her, and Wren probably hasn’t slept since I got back from West Africa, spending every minute working and searching for my ex.
“Do the Russians have her?”
“Naw, man. She’s safe. From the looks of it, she’s living her best fucking life.”
“Give me an hour,” I grunt into the phone before hanging up.
She’s not hurt. Living her best life? Typical fucking Dani. She may not be safe after all, because it’s likely I’ll strangle her for upending my damn life.
I wait for the water in the other bathroom to turn off before I jump in the shower in my room. I just abused Anna’s body like I had a right to do so. The least I can do is make sure she has all the hot water she wants.
My shower is quick and efficient, but I take my time drying off and getting dressed. I wanted to find my ex. It’s been my primary focus for the last several weeks, but now that it’s within my grasp, I’m dragging my damn feet. I’m not delaying because I don’t want to face her. I know the woman across the hall has everything to do with it.