Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
He pulls me on top of him. I’m breathing hard as he takes off my bra and my top. His mouth explores my lips, my neck, and my nipples as he shimmies out of his pants. His thick, hard cock rubs against my pussy and I reach back to stroke him—
And oh, fuck, he’s absolutely huge.
My eyes widen with shock. His hand grips my hair and pulls until I gasp in pain and pleasure.
“Something wrong?” he murmurs. “Something you don’t like?”
“No,” I whimper. His fingers tease me between my legs as I roll my palm around his tip, smearing it with precum.
“Lick that clean,” he whispers.
I stare in surprise. Then he grabs my wrist and raises it to my lips.
I lick it and he watches, his gaze burning.
Then he turns and rolls me over. His cock plunges inside of me and my brain absolutely breaks.
Little pieces of me shatter all over his room as he plunges in deeper, spreading me wide.
It feels so fucking good. It hurts too, a sharp stretching burn. But his mouth finds mine and he licks my teeth and tongue like he wants to get a taste of himself too, and I’m moaning right into his throat.
“For a fucking thief, you feel so goddamn good,” he says, husky and incredible as he fucks me deep.
I push my hands against the headboard.
“I’m not—a fucking—thief—” I moan back at him.
My hips buck into his. He smothers me with his muscular, cut body. His chest looks sculpted by angelic hands, and his abs look like they were cut from granite. He’s even got those stupid grooves that lead down to his perfectly formed cock.
It’s not fair. Not fucking fair. This is happening, but tomorrow—
It’ll be gone.
Like he was never here at all.
I grind into him. Desperation fills me. If I get only one night with this enormous, godlike creature, I’m going to make the best of it. I bite his lip and tell him to fuck me harder, and he growls his assent. I push into him, sweating, breathing hard, fingers digging into his back. I tell him he feels like heaven when he fucks me deep, and he tells me how he’s still got my taste on his tongue. I groan and bite his shoulder and he growls as he slams into my pussy.
“I want to feel you come, you dirty fucking girl,” he moans in my ear. “I want to feel it so I’ll remember it even when I pretend like I’ve never seen you before. Come for me so I get hard every time I walk through these fucking halls.”
God damn, that’s enough. I break again and shatter all over his massive dick, the orgasm rolling down my spine in wave after wave of pleasure.
He doesn’t stop, and he doesn’t slow. Instead, he moves faster, fucking me rough until I can barely breathe, and then I feel him.
Warm and hot and filling me to the brim.
He comes between my legs with a low trembling groan. That almost gets me off a third time. This beast, this monster. He goes limp for a moment, still inside of me.
I blink rapidly, trying to clear my vision.
Then I reach up and run my fingers through his hair.
For a moment, he lingers there, massive cock still inside of me, still twitching from his orgasm, as I stroke down his back.
Then he pulls away. Almost like he just remembered something. I stare at his chiseled body and his stiff cock, and I shiver with delight as a bead of sweat falls down the groove between his abs.
“You know, this still isn’t happening,” I say, squirming slightly.
He licks his lips, staring at my body. At my breasts, at my pussy, at my mouth. I’ve never seen a man so hungry for me before in my life, and it’s absolutely intoxicating.
“I think it won’t be happening for another few hours still,” he says and draws me toward him. “Come here. Open your lips.”
I laugh lightly. “You don’t need a minute?”
“Not when I’m in that pretty mouth. Now take my cock and lick me.”
A nervous thrill buzzes down my spine. Maybe I’m in over my head. Maybe he’s right—maybe he’s too much trouble.
But I get on all fours and open my mouth and I take his cock between my lips, and honestly, I don’t care if I can barely handle him.
It’s not even really happening after all.
I suck his dick until he’s nice and hard, and after that I give myself over to a very, very good dream.
Chapter 3
Lena
Isneak into the kitchen at five-thirty in the morning. It’s still dark outside and all the lights are off in the apartment. I’m in my work clothes, which is a really bad look, and there’s a bone-deep ache between my legs.
Nothing happened last night. Nothing happened at all.