Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 131459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
She tore her gaze away to catch his smile, then he caught her behind her neck and got off on her shocked, excited gasp as he yanked her to him, moving into her.
She was on her back, and he was between her legs.
And then he was inside.
She closed around him, warm and tight.
He closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to hers.
She wrapped him in all her limbs.
Neither of them moved or spoke.
It took long moments before Mika broke the silence.
“In case you’re wondering…”
He opened his eyes and looked down at her, hair all over his sheets, eyes staring right into his.
God, so Mika.
All of it.
Her.
Here.
His.
“Yes,” she went on softly. “We fit perfect.”
“Honey,” he whispered, feeling that, knowing he would before he did, loving that she did too. Both.
It was almost too much.
But he was anchored to her. Steadied.
Strong.
He hadn’t felt that way in years.
She shifted a hand so she could cup his jaw.
“Fuck me, Tommy,” she urged, lifted her head, touched her mouth to his, and dropped back to his bed. “Make me yours.”
Tom had no choice but to do what he’d wished he could do since he met her.
He gave her exactly what she wanted.
* * *
She moved on him, her body rippling and rolling, her cunt clutching and releasing, her hands up in her hair, fat tendrils having escaped, floating down her chest, teasing her nipples.
He held on to her hips, watching her ride, watching her expression warm, then heat, then she lost herself to it, and he watched her come.
Rolling and rippling, clutching and releasing, she made him come too.
* * *
On her knees before him, Mika had a hand pressed to the glass of the shower that was situated exposed to the room on a platform above the bed, her head turned his way, her face nearly hidden by the mass of her hair.
He powered inside her.
She gasped. She mewed. She moaned.
She begged.
“Tommy, please.”
“What?” he growled.
Her head lolled back. “God, yes. Please. Damn.”
He fucked her, pinched the nipple of the breast he was holding.
Her body jolted.
“Harder?” he asked.
Her head lifted slightly, her eyes round.
“Can you go harder?”
“Yes.”
Her lips parted in awe.
He fucked her harder.
She bounded on his cock while he did it, arching into him.
Mika dropped her head forward.
Tom threaded his fingers in her hair, closed them, pulled her head gently back and watched her tits bounce in the reflection of the glass as he took her.
“You were right,” he gritted.
“What?” she gasped.
“We”—he drove in—“fit”—he drove in again—“perfect.”
He moved his other hand to her clit and pinched it.
She bucked on his dick as she came.
He shifted them back, bent her over into the bed, and let her spasming pussy milk him dry.
When he finished climaxing, Tom folded over her, and between labored breaths, he kissed her shoulder blade.
“All that gentleman shit is a ruse. You fuck like a goddamned monster,” she breathed into the bed.
He lifted just enough to be able to move her hair away from her face, sliding it over her shoulder.
She slanted her eyes his way.
“No, baby,” Tom contradicted. “I fuck like a champion.”
She huffed out a laugh.
Tom buried his face in her hair and laughed with her.
* * *
“Baby?” Tom asked.
Languidly, Mika raised her head from his chest and looked down at him.
“What?”
“It was a question,” he told her.
“What was a question?”
“The word ‘baby’? Really? That drove you in a snit to my door?”
Her brows drew together.
“Are you seriously giving me shit right now when you’ve fucked me useless?”
His lips twitched.
“Yes. I seriously am.”
She let her face collapse into his chest.
He started chuckling.
“It wasn’t a snit,” she grumbled.
“Oh, it was a snit,” he challenged.
“Another thing to take note of, I don’t do snits. If I’m pissed, watch out.”
“Yeah. You’ll lecture me for thirty seconds then pounce and you won’t settle down until you have my mouth between your legs.”
“Oh my God,” she groused, though there was nothing behind it.
She sounded half asleep.
Tom smiled at the ceiling.
“Don’t annoy me. I can’t fight back. I’m fucked out. But I have the memory of an elephant,” she warned.
He said nothing and slid his hand over her ass before he clamped on.
“You can’t be ready for more,” she muttered.
“I can’t?”
“Christ, you’re a machine. Don’t you need to go hydrate at least?”
He glided his hand to the small of her back. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll let you rest.”
“You’re not human,” she mumbled.
Tom wrapped both arms around her and whispered, “I’m very human, Mika.”
That made her shift her head.
She kissed the base of his throat, and said, “I know. Lucky me.”
Tom closed his eyes and urged, “Sleep.”
“Okay,” she murmured.
He felt her weight settle into him almost immediately.
Tom didn’t move his arms.
Not even after he followed her.
* * *
“Shut up.” Pause then, “I don’t know.” Another pause. “I said shut up.”
Tom opened his eyes.
Mika was draped over his torso. The sun was shining in his windows. She had her head raised, her elbows in the mattress, and her phone to her ear.