Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“Fuck, baby,” Levee groaned, rocking his hips up to me when I couldn’t even think of moving by myself anymore.
I collapsed into him, spent.
But Levee wasn’t done with me. Not yet.
He pushed me off onto the side of him, then rose up, getting onto his knees as he turned me, pushing me up onto my knees, then bending me over the arm of the couch as he moved in behind me, then slammed deep.
My lips against the arm of the chair muffled my cry as he filled me again, the new angle making his cock slide against my top wall.
He moved with slow, deep thrusts at first, giving my body a chance to both recover and rekindle with need.
As soon as my hips were rocking back into him, though, his hands sank into my hips, pulling me back against him as he thrust. Harder. Faster.
My moans, his groans, and the sounds of our bodies crashing together filled the apartment, reaching a fever pitch as Levee got me right at that precipice again.
“Come for me,” he demanded, voice rough, close himself.
Just like that, I did, pressing my face into the couch cushion to muffle my cries as he fucked me through it, then slammed deep, body jerking as he found his own release.
There was nothing for a long time in the aftermath save for our labored breaths and the distant sound of reggae music down the hall.
Eventually, Levee leaned forward, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades before slowly moving away from me.
Silently, he yanked his pants up then made his way down the hall toward the bathroom.
Alone, I was too spent to do anything but flop onto my back.
That was exactly how he found me a moment later when he reappeared shirtless with his jeans hanging low on his hips.
If I thought his build had been impressive when he’d been sitting, it didn’t hold a candle to how magnificent it was when he was standing.
“Fuck, that’s a good view,” he said, reaching up to run a hand through his hair as his gaze moved over my bare body.
“I was just about to say the same thing.”
“Yeah?” he asked, that playboy smile toying with his lips. “Reconsidering using me as a model?”
“Oh, I’ve already drawn you,” I confessed.
“No way,” he said, smile going even wider. “Can I see?”
“Sure,” I said, going ahead and stretching like a cat, enjoying the rumbling sound that moved through him at it, before unfolding and climbing off the couch.
I could feel his gaze on my ass as I walked toward my little art corner of the apartment, grabbing my sketchbook, then making my way back to the couch.
He’d already moved to sit, so I dropped down next to him, my legs draped over his, still craving that closeness, as I flipped open the cover of my sketchpad.
“May I?” he asked, reaching to flip the page.
“Sure,” I agreed, letting myself rest against him as he flipped through all of the sketches I’d been fiddling with since I moved in. Half-finished ones of my apartment, of my neighbors, of the building itself.
Then he got to the first of him. It was the roughest of all of them, his features not fully fleshed out since I’d only seen him once at that point.
But the next few were much more detailed.
Yes, few. What can I say? When you had that gorgeous of a subject, you drew the hell out of them until you got every detail right.
“So,” he said when he got to the final one. It was my favorite. Not only because it was a really good representation of his handsome face, but because I’d managed to capture that boyish smile and that playful light in his dark eyes. “You think I’m kinda hot, huh?” he asked, shooting me a smirk.
“Kind of is an understatement,” I admitted, never feeling any embarrassment over my feelings and desires.
“Suddenly wish I could draw,” he admitted, teasing a hand up my thigh. “Because I’d like to be able to look at this whenever I want.”
“Give me your phone,” I demanded.
“Okay,” he said, reaching for it without hesitation, even unlocking it for me.
I opened the camera, then handed it back to him as I slid away to get into a long pose, my arm draped over my face.
I had no shame about my body. But every girl knew better than to let a man have a naked selfie of them with their face showing.
“Seriously?” he asked, sounding both shocked and excited at once.
“Hurry up. I’m kind of cold over here.”
“That’s… not a problem from my point of view,” he said, making my lips curve up as I heard his shutter click once, twice. “You’re really gonna let me keep these?” he asked as I moved in at his side again to look at the end result.