Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Her nails dug into my ass, and she pulled on me hard, wanting all of my dick as I came inside her like it turned her on to watch me fill her.
There was no greater pleasure than to come inside a woman, and I’d forgotten how good it was. To give my seed to a woman so anxious to receive it. To feel her warmth sheath me in gratitude.
Her nails loosened on my ass, her little body still folded with her flexibility.
I filled her with a load, but my dick was still stiff as a tree trunk. Still at attention and ready to serve. I started to rock into her again, but this time, I gave it to her hard, prepared to make up for that poor performance.
She gave the sexiest moan when she felt me blast off, her nails dragging down my chest as I fucked her just the way she liked, hitting my pelvic bone right against her clit.
Her skin glowed and her eyes watered. Her forehead shone with sweat even though she was only lying there and enjoying it. “Yes…” One hand went to my ass, and she clenched it with her sharp nails, pushing her body back into mine so our skin slapped against each other as we fucked.
The skin of her neck and face turned bright red, and her eyes started to glisten with impending tears. She was almost there, right at the edge, about to be swept away in the euphoria my dick was desperate to give her. “Theo.” She whispered my name with her eyes closed, then she opened them again to lock her stare on me.
“Come on, sweetheart.” I already wanted to come inside her again, her pussy the smoothest scotch I’d ever tasted, the best cigar I’d ever smoked.
She started with a quiet moan, but once the fuse was lit, her moan got louder, her clenched eyes releasing tears on each side. Her body gripped mine with an iron fist, and she came all over my dick, sheathing me in her cream and her warmth, saying my name with a voice that cracked.
Her sexy little performance pushed me over the edge, and I came with a grunt, filling her little pussy again, dumping another load of my desire in her tightness where it belonged. This time, my dick started to soften because he needed to reload.
But when I tried to pull away, she held on to my ass. “I want to do it again.”
I smirked. “I need a couple minutes, sweetheart.”
She grabbed my face and pulled my lips to her. “Then I’ll wait.”
I lay beside her in the king-sized bed, the heater kicking on and off throughout the night. It was the first time I’d slept with her somewhere else besides my home, so it was hard to relax. Bolton would have constant eyes on her, and even though the curtains had been drawn shut the entire time, I could still feel his stare.
I’d just come inside his wife—several times—and if that wasn’t a form of revenge, I didn’t know what was.
Killian would smirk at that.
I checked my phone on my nightstand, and it was quiet. No messages from anyone. It was almost five in the morning.
I looked at her beside me, dead asleep with her arms around me like I was her favorite teddy bear. Her hair was a mess, but the sexiest mess I’d ever seen. And she had a little smile on her face, like she was happy even in her dreams.
I hated to leave, but I shouldn’t stay. Not when her relationship with Bolton was so tumultuous, when he still struggled to let her go. I wasn’t scared of him, but I preferred to be with her on my turf rather than the unknown.
I left the bed and got dressed.
She was so tired she didn’t even notice.
I checked the peephole to make sure the hallway was vacant before I walked out. I took the service elevator like I did last time and snuck out the back of the hotel, quickly swallowed by the city.
I’d walked to the hotel, so I walked home, enjoying the city in the early morning, taking the alleyways between the buildings and the shortcuts only a resident would know. I entered the gates of my property and stepped inside the home that was my fortress, the one place where I could stare out the window without worrying about taking a bullet, because the glass was bulletproof. The place where I hid in plain sight, my walls impossible to pass unless you rammed it with a Hummer.
But the second I stepped inside, I knew something was amiss.
Not because of anything I could see…could only feel.
I stood in the foyer and noticed how bright the dimmers were set. There was a different smell, the scents of cider and cigarette smoke. I stared at the staircase before I reached for my gun tucked in the back of my jeans.