Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 42088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as his fingers keep working my clit. “I’m so close.”
He keeps thrusting, fucking me rough, like an animal fucks. I’m moaning and I have to press myself into the pillow again to keep from screaming. His cock thrusts, fucking me, takes my pussy, and the orgasm rocks through my body.
I groan and roll my hips as he keeps fucking me through it. I can’t stop as he keeps going, coming over and over, the orgasm rolling and peaking and starting all over. I feel like I come ten times in a row, even if it’s only one orgasm.
He groans and I feel him fill me only moments after I finally finish. It feels good and I move my hips for him, coaxing every bit of his hot cum into my tight little pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, and together we collapse onto my bed.
I can’t help but laugh a little. “You think she heard?”
“Probably,” he admits. “Do you care?”
“I guess not.”
He kisses me gently. “There. Now you kissed a boy in your bed.”
I give him a look. “We just did more than that.”
“But the kiss is what really matters.”
“Right. Of course.” I smile and nuzzle up against his chest. “Thank you.”
He sounds surprised. “For what?”
“For making me feel better.”
“You don’t have to thank me for fucking you.”
“That’s not what I mean,” I say, glaring at him, “I mean, everything else. For being nice to me.”
“Of course,” he says softly. “I care about you, Aria. I know it’s only been a short time, but…” He trails off.
I kiss his lips. “I know,” I say softly, and we don’t say anything more, at least for a little while.
I enjoy the silence with him. We breathe together, limbs entwined. It feels so good to lie here like this with him, like nothing else matters in the world but being so close to each other.
I almost feel guilty about it. Louis is having such a hard time and I’m ignoring all my other clients for this. I should feel like I’m working this week, but instead, it’s been like a vacation. Being with Brady isn’t work at all.
It’s easy. It’s fun. And it feels good.
It’s strange to keep thinking of him as a client. We’ve done so much more together than I’ve ever done with any other client. Hell, we’re sleeping together. It’s not exactly professional between us anymore.
I broke all my rules for him. I shattered them all, completely and absolutely. He knows where I live, he knows who I am. He’s in my bed with me after fucking me nice and rough.
I don’t know what’s next. I don’t know what this is. But I do know that it’s not something I’ve experienced before, and maybe that’s a good thing.
“How are you?” he asks after a while.
“Good,” I say. “Sleepy.”
“We should head back to my place,” he says gently.
I hesitate. “Are you sure? Leave Zoe here?”
“Tell her what’s happening. Tell her to keep the door locked. We’re close, so if anything happens, we can be here fast.”
I bite my lip and hesitate. We could stay here, but… I don’t want to stay here.
I want to be at his place. Maybe it’s selfish, but it’s safer there and more comfortable.
“Okay,” I say. “I think she’ll be okay.”
“Exactly. Just make sure she understands. And keep your phone on.”
“I will.” I get up and stretch before dressing. He watches me the whole time with a smile on his lips. “What?”
“You just had sex in your bedroom. How’s it feel?”
“Strange,” I admit. “But good.” I lean over the bed and kiss him before heading toward Zoe’s room.
Strange, but good. That’s exactly how I’d describe this situation. I’m with a man that’s paying me money, and we’re sleeping together, and I’m calling him Daddy, and another client is having a breakdown, and it’s all so confusing. I don’t know what to do about any of it.
The only thing I’m sure of right now is Brady. He’s the only thing I feel like I can count on, at least a little bit.
Being with him. That’s the only thing right now.
I head into Zoe’s room and explain the situation. She thinks it’s insane but she promises to keep her phone with her and to lock the door.
“You like him, don’t you?” she asks me as I’m leaving her room.
I hesitate. “Yeah. I do.”
“Good. You deserve this.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve spent so long listening to the problems of those other guys, you deserve to have someone like him.”
I bite my lip and nod. “Yeah. I think you’re right.”
She grins and waves. “Go have fun. I’ll be fine. I’ll stay in lockdown.”
“Good. And call if you need me.”
I leave her room and find Brady already dressed. “Ready?” he asks.
“Ready.” I kiss him softly. “You think this is okay?”
“I’m sure it is.” He takes my hand and we leave the apartment together.