Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 145634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 728(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 485(@300wpm)
“Shame? Yeah.” He nods, looking behind me again. “Yeah, maybe it is.”
He grips my waist, setting me on the edge of the counter and leans in closer to me so we’re the same height. His eyes are filled with such sadness. I wish I could take it away. I want the playfulness back. I want him to be happy.
He rests his forehead against mine and barely kisses me, his lips just brushing mine, leaving me wanting more.
My thumb rubs circles on the back of his hand as we stand in silence.
Finally, he breaks the moment with another deep sigh. It's been a stressful night.
“I’ve got problems, Emma. You know that. But I still want you. Just stay with me?” he pleads.
I close my eyes, hating the way he talks about himself. It makes me think about all the lessons I took, learning how to react to low self-esteem in my classes. Preparing me to work with schools and be a guidance counselor. The psychology of it is why I got into it.
But right now those are just words on a page.
I cup his jaw in my hand and bring my lips up to his.
“Everyone has problems. You just need someone to lean on,” I whisper.
I desperately want to be that person, but I’m scared. I’m more than that, I'm terrified. I’m so close to the edge of a deep abyss. I feel like I barely made it out unscathed last time. And we were just kids. Now I know what it feels like to not have him.
I want him just as much as he wants me, but for me, there’s no turning back. It’s all or nothing.
His hands slip up my dress, his bare skin touching mine in a soft caress that leaves goosebumps in his path.
My nipples pebble, and my breath hitches.
“Derek,” I say but I barely get his name out, lost in the soft feel of his touch. He’s always so gentle with me. Forceful in some ways, but I feel like I can tame the beast inside of him. It’s a heady feeling. It’s intoxicating.
“Just feel me, Emma,” he whispers back, pushing his lips against mine. I’m hesitant at first, not sure if I should take this leap. I’m already weak for him; this will only put me over the edge. “Let me feel you.”
He nips my bottom lip gently then brushes the tip of his nose against mine.
“I want you,” he says just above a murmur. I can’t resist him. I’ve never been able to tell him no.
“I bet you’re already wet for me,” he whispers against the shell of my ear as he reaches below, his hand cupping my pussy. I am. I know I am. I’m hot and wet and desperate for him.
He groans, the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard, deep and rough and primal. “Such a good girl, Sweetheart.”
His dirty words make me blush, my skin heating and every nerve ending on edge. He pulls my dress over my head and tosses it carelessly to the floor before slipping off my high heels. They land on the floor, clacking against the tile, one and then the other.
“I want you to watch,” he says as he turns me around to face the mirror, my bare feet against the cold tile, and the granite counter against my hips.
My body tingles and heats with an intensity I can barely stand. I close my eyes…I can’t watch.
“Keep them open,” he says. My eyes pop open and find his in the mirror.
The sound of his jeans unzipping and then falling to the floor makes my breathing come in frantic pants. He holds my gaze as his thumbs rip through the thin lace of my panties and he lets them drop to the floor.
“I want to hear you scream my name, Sweetheart,” he whispers, his head leaning against mine and his breath tickling my neck.
I can hardly feel the sensation though. My pussy is hot and pulsing with need as I feel him pressing into my pussy. The head of his cock pushes gently through my folds, back and forth.
“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart,” he breathes, making me hotter and wetter, frenzied for his touch.
I close my eyes as he brushes against my clit. My hard nipples peak, and my head falls back against his hard chest.
“Open, Emma,” he commands me and the second I obey, he slams into me. All the way to the hilt. Filling me, and stretching my walls. I instantly bend over, my body tense with a heated sensation so sudden my breath is caught in my throat. There's a hint of pain, mixed with intense pleasure as my hands grip the counter. His eyes pierce into mine in the reflection. Forcing me to stare back as he pounds into me again and again, jolting my body. Holy fuck.