Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
“Leave them on.” I fall to my knees in front of her. “They have to stay on.” I plead with her as I suck one of her little hard pink nipples into my mouth. If she takes them off I’ll be inside of her in seconds.
“Oh that feels so good.” Her hands drop to my shoulders, her nails digging into me. I groan against her as I let one free and go for the other. Then my mouth is everywhere. I can’t stop kissing her. The need to taste every inch of her is overwhelming.
“Tomas. I need more,” she pleads. She pushes on my shoulders, letting herself fall onto my bed. Her dark hair spreads out all around her. I grab for her, pulling her back down the bed so her legs dangle over the side, burying my face between her thighs over her panties. “Yes.” She lifts her hips, wanting me. “More,” she demands. I have to give her what she wants. I inhale a deep breath, and the smell of her arousal hits me hard. My cock jerks in my pants, already leaking cum just from the scent of her.
It claws at me to please her. I pull her panties to the side, finding her little clit begging for attention. I circle it with my tongue before giving it a flick, followed by a long lick. She cries out my name as her wetness fills my mouth. I suck in her clit, needing more. Her hands dig into my short hair as she comes against my face, her legs shaking as I suck every last drop out of her.
Our panting fills the room. I suck in a deep breath trying to get my shit together as I pull her panties back into place, giving each of her thighs a kiss. I stand, lifting her and putting her in the center of the bed and pulling the blankets back.
I kiss her stomach before I pull myself from the bed, heading for my closet. I grab a pair of sweatpants before I head into the bathroom, where I strip my clothes from my body. I look down at my hard cock that came not even thirty seconds ago.
He wants more. To be inside of her. I’ve never had this need before. Even when I was younger I always wanted to fight. Sex was never a need. I thought something was wrong with me. That I was filled with so much anger that I didn't have a drive to be close to someone unless it was with my fists to their faces, causing pain.
I grab a towel, wiping myself off before pulling on the sweatpants. I don’t know what she’s done to me, but I know I can’t live without it.
“Tomas.” She calls my name.
I flip off the lights, heading back for my bed. She’s sitting up with the blankets around her waist. Her perfect breasts are on full display for me. I have no idea what the hell she was talking about when she said she barely had any. They fit my hands perfectly. She reaches out for me. I grab her, pulling her half on top of me and flipping the blanket over both of us. She settles into me with her face back in my neck.
Everything inside of me settles. Yeah, there is no living without this. Without her. Ever.
4
Neily
I stare at the hickey on my neck, not sure how I’m going to cover it up. I run my finger over it, not sure I want to. I don’t know how I missed the thing this morning when I hurriedly got ready to come into the bakery. I’m guessing because I didn't take a long look in the mirror as I brushed my teeth and hair at the same time while getting ready in record time.
There was no hope in hiding it from Alyssa. My best friend had pointed it out in a hot second. It’s not like she has room to talk. She went home with a man too last night. I was just hoping to slide by without her asking where I’d gone off to. I wasn’t ready to answer any questions about my whereabouts last night because I don’t even know what to call it.
My eyes flick down to my phone. I’m being stupid. Of course he isn't going to call me. He has no way of finding me. I snuck out while he was still sleeping. All he knows is that I am an artist that happens to be addicted to orgasms. The last one was a new discovery to me also.
“We leave in five!” my best friend shouts from somewhere inside of our apartment. At least I have this to keep me distracted for a little while. I dig under my sink for my makeup bag that has to be somewhere back there. Finding it, I rummage through it until I find some cover-up and do the best to hide the mark. Normally I wouldn't care, but this function we’re going to is a work thing. I have to look somewhat professional. I think.