Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
He uses his fingers then, sliding them against my thighs, over my ass, squeezing my cheeks.
And then—
“Oh!”
He breaches the rim of my asshole with a finger—a finger wet with my pussy juices.
He raises his eyebrows at me from between his legs.
This is it.
I can tell him to stop.
But I don’t.
I don’t want to stop.
No man has ever gone there before, and while I can’t say I’m ready for his cock down there—he’s huge, after all—this is something new, and I want to experience it. I want to experience it with Dragon.
The feeling is odd and probe-like at first, but as he continues to suck on my pussy lips, the invasion grows on me.
It’s so forbidden—so taboo—and damn if it’s not arousing as hell.
He sucks on my clit, harder and harder, as I grind against him, relish this new invasion of my body.
In a moment—
“God!” I thread my fingers through his long hair as I come against his face.
He continues to pump his finger in and out of my ass, adding to the rhythm of my climax.
And I’ll be damned if it’s not the most explosive climax I’ve ever experienced.
It goes on and on and on, and Dragon shows no sign of stopping.
Until finally—
I let go of his hair, go limp against the bed.
I’m drained.
So drained.
So relaxed.
Enveloped in a cloud of hazy euphoria.
When the orgasm finally subsides, Dragon is next to me, and when I open my eyes, he’s staring straight down at me.
I’m not sure what to say.
I’m not embarrassed, exactly. But…I feel odd. I shouldn’t. We’ve just seen each other at our most vulnerable. We’ve just given each other incredible pleasure.
Finally, I swallow. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
He takes a deep breath in and lets it out on a sigh. “Because there’s nothing more beautiful than a woman who’s just had an amazing fuck.”
I can’t help myself. My lips curve slightly upward. “And I suppose you see a lot of them.”
He shrugs. “I’ve seen my share, but I’ve never seen one so beautiful as you are, Diana.”
My skin prickles through my orgasmic haze.
His words.
Just words.
Just words in his low voice, his dark demeanor.
They soak into me as if I’m lying in a warm bath being infused with aromatic oils.
I can’t deny I wanted this.
But where does it leave us now?
Will he leave? Will he stay? How do I feel about either of those options?
When he finally breaks his gaze away from mine, I instinctively roll over onto my side away from him.
I like his eyes. I like that he’s looking at me. I like that he gets pleasure from doing so.
But I have to stop.
Because if I don’t…I could get hypnotized by Dragon’s eyes.
And I might be lost forever.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Dragon
Man, she was a hot little fuck.
That tight little cunt of hers clenched around me like no one ever has, and that asshole…
God, how I’d love to get in there.
She turned away from me, and just as well.
We’re in my room.
Except it’s not my room. It’s her room. This is her place.
She told me I didn’t have to leave, but I feel like I should.
Where the hell would I go, though?
I’m rapidly running out of money, and until the band gets back in gear, I don’t have any way to make a living.
Today is Sunday. I could go out and start looking for a job, but who the hell is hiring on a Sunday?
I honestly didn’t mean for this to happen. I was ready to grab a bus back to the western slope, hit up Jake and Cage for a place to crash.
But now…
Fuck.
I really didn’t mean…
Not that I didn’t enjoy it. She’s the best fuck I ever had.
I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted a woman quite so badly as I wanted her last night. And then this morning.
I roll over, sit on the edge of the bed.
My dick is hardening again.
I could have her again. I’ll be hard as a rock in a minute just thinking about her. Just thinking about how those walls feel around me. How her tightness clamped around my finger.
I need to get out of here, though.
My stuff is still packed, and I need to think.
To figure out how to get out of this whole soliciting thing.
Normally, when I’m in trouble, I call Jesse. But I’m not going to bother him on his honeymoon. I’ve caused him enough trouble the past several months.
Sunday. A day with nothing to do. A day where neither of us will leave the apartment.
That’s it.
I’m leaving.
I rise, head to my bathroom. Turn on the shower.
I already showered once this morning, before I packed up to leave, and though I hate the idea of rinsing Diana from me, I feel like a shower’s the right choice.
I’m kind of hoping she’ll join me, but already I know she won’t.
And that’s okay too.