Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Surprise,” she says, throwing her hands into the air.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
ryleigh
Ten seconds before he opens the door, the only thing going through my mind is what the fuck are you doing? But—and I know nothing good comes after but—seeing his face light up, well, it was worth all the hoops I jumped through just to be here for twelve hours. “Surprise.” I throw my hands in the air, and he stands there holding the hotel door in one hand, his mouth hanging open. He’s wearing dress pants with his white shirt that is untucked from his pants, his feet only in socks.
I think I count to three before he reaches forward and pulls me into his room. One hand wraps around my waist perfectly. The hand holding the door lets it go and flies to my cheek, my whole body tingles from just one touch. “You’re here,” he whispers, looking into my eyes. “Are you really here, gorgeous?”
I smile, my own hand coming up to cup his cheek. “I’m really here.” I don’t have time to say anything before his mouth crashes on mine. The kiss starts off slow but quickly escalates since we haven’t seen each other in over a week. My bag slips off my shoulder and falls with a thud beside our feet, but he’s spinning us farther into the room.
The only light on is the one beside the bed. “How are you here?” He lets go of my lips to trail kisses down my neck. I move my head to the side, giving him more access. “I don’t care,” he says, pushing my black jacket off my shoulders. “I’ve missed you, gorgeous,” he whispers softly, my hands now moving up his chest to the buttons of his shirt.
“I’ve missed you more than I want to admit.”
He chuckles while pulling the black T-shirt over my head, leaving me in my bra. It takes less than a minute for us to be on his bed, though his boxers are still on, unfortunately. He kisses my neck while he pushes a bra strap down, trailing kisses down my shoulder and finally taking a nipple into his mouth. “I have to taste you,” he declares, and before I can answer him, he pushes my panties aside. His tongue slides into me at the same time as his finger. My eyes close, taking in the feeling of him touching me. I’ve touched myself while thinking of him this whole week, but nothing compares to the real thing. Nothing can compare to Stone.
My hand goes into his hair. “Oh,” I pant when he sucks my clit into his mouth and slides another finger into me. “Yes.” I open my legs more for him. “Right there.”
He curls his fingers up, touching my G-spot, and the tightness starts in my stomach. “Did you mean here?” he asks, kissing my thigh before attacking my clit again. I don’t answer him. I just push his face into my pussy. His fingers work me over, taking me right there, right where he always takes me, and I don’t even have to try. I can feel the orgasm coming, making me want to open my legs wider, my hips moving to meet his fingers.
“I’m—” I don’t have to say anything, or maybe I can’t because the orgasm rocks through me. His fingers move faster until the end of my orgasm. I don’t have time to think before he’s between my legs. His knees are on the bed as he slams into me. The only sounds in the room now are of us moaning.
The fullness of him is perfect. “This isn’t fair,” I pant as he pulls out and slams into me again. “I didn’t get to suck your cock.” My legs hitch around his hips. “You got all the fun.” I can’t even talk because he’s fucking me hard and fast. It’s the best feeling in the world.
“I’ll come down your throat soon enough.” He grabs my hips, pulling me to his cock as if I’m a rag doll. His fingers grip my hips as he moves my body to his cock, his balls slamming my ass. “You need to get there,” he urges between clenched teeth.
“Then take me there,” I egg him on, “pound my pussy like you mean it.”
I don’t say anything else because he’s throwing both legs over his shoulders. His hands go beside my shoulders, and he fucks me hard, fast, and deep. It’s fucking glorious. My eyes close as I clench my pussy around his cock. “Stone,” I moan, my eyes closed. I’m coming down from my orgasm when I feel another one coming. “Oh my.”
“One more and you can suck my cock.” My eyes open when he speaks, and I see him watching me. “I want your pussy to beg for my cum,” he says, “but I want your mouth to swallow it.” Just thinking of it, I’m coming again. “Yes,” he hisses, his thrusts shorter and then pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into me. It’s like my body is a violin, and his cock is the bow.