Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“That’s my girl.” His thumb travels over my lips and trails down my neck to rub my nipple through my T-shirt. “Strip, Cookie.”
Already feeling those tiny, wonderful tingles, I exhale. And I smile, not even remembering why I was ever worried he didn’t like me. I have enough love for both of us. As I toss off my shirt and bra, he watches me get naked.
Unbuttoning his jeans, he kicks them off. I swallow as he reaches for his thick, long cock and strokes it.
“Shower,” he demands, and I simply follow. Axel enjoys his showers cold, but it’s pleasantly warm. I blink the water out of my eyes. Everything is more heightened. Axel’s always intense, but now my breathing becomes choppy when his hands cup my face.
His eyes. They’re mesmerizing. Power radiates off of him and into me. He looks down at me, his thumb rubbing my cheek. I think I might have stopped breathing because the raw need I see makes me slightly dizzy.
I’m so screwed.
I fell in love with him the moment he hopped up on that stage. I may have lied to myself, but from the second I looked into his eyes, I knew. Just like I was born to dance, though that was taken from me, a missed opportunity. But Axel? I’m not missing this one.
“On your knees,” he says, and I smile, letting my wet body slither down his. Water cocoons us in our own world, and I want to lick the wet droplets trickling down his tan, muscled abs.
“Open, and breathe through your nose, baby.” His hands wrap tightly in my wet hair as he guides my mouth onto his warm, velvety shaft. Blinking the water out of my eyes, I try to relax enough to take his cock further than I ever have before. He groans and shoves my head forward, prompting me to take him deeper inside.
“That’s it. Fucking take my cock.”
As he roughly fucks my mouth, I gag. Back and forth, he makes me go deeper than I ever have.
“Yeah. Like that. Suck.” He holds my head tight and jerks off in my mouth.
“Look at me.” The water spills down my face while he roughly jacks himself off, his grunts and my panting echoing around us. As I lift my head, he groans my name and warm strands of milky cum hit my lips, neck, and breasts.
“Mine. All of this body is mine.” His eyes are almost black and he seems far from satisfied. My clit is sensitive and full, and I’m so ready. All I need are his fingers, cock, mouth. He reaches for me, his mouth taking mine. It’s hard, demanding, and I moan into it. Maybe I can come with only our tongues twisting together. I’m that close.
With one hand, he grabs my face. His black lashes, spikey with water, reveal his blue eyes and his full lips form a grin as he raises my face to his.
He kisses me. No, he takes my lips and fucks them with his tongue so hard that I’m positive they’re swollen and bruised.
Holy fuck, he’s not holding back. My nails dig into his wet chest. On a groan, I reach for his still-hard cock. Lifting his head, he smirks then spins me around to grab the soap, quickly washing me, and by quickly, I mean fast and that’s it.
What the hell? His hands are barely even touching me and we’re in the shower. Axel loves to fuck in the shower. He rinses us off, turns off the water, and steps out.
I’m so shocked I can barely move. I almost scream as he wraps the towel around me.
“Go put your pointe shoes on.” He kisses my wet forehead and I moan in frustration as he walks out, leaving me ready to take the edge off myself.
“And don’t you dare touch yourself.” My eyes dart over to the door. He’s not there, but either he’s a mind reader or he’s getting to know me too well. I lean my head back and look straight ahead. My flushed reflection in the mirror greets me.
Very well. He wants me in the pointe shoes? I smile at my reflection. Pointe shoes he’s going to get.
Grabbing the towel, I dry off and quickly apply moisturizer. Then I start with black eyeliner and mascara, followed by red lipstick. Rubbing my lips together, I lean in closer. My lips are definitely bruised. The red lips make my beauty mark stand out. Twisting my wet hair, I arrange it in a tight ballerina bun and dab on a small amount of vanilla perfume. My new bottle sits next to it, the crystal glass sparkling along with my makeup, face cream, and toothbrush.
My mind drifts back to that first day when he had only a bronze toothbrush holder. Now his counter is littered with my stuff.