Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134830 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
I press my hand over his heart, feeling the thud through his shirt. “Kyle, I told you before that I choose you.” His eyes flare, and I can see the mixture of fear and hope in their blue depths. “I still do. I choose you because I love you.”
He inhales a jagged breath, his touch softening, gentle on my skin. Just before our lips meet, I feel him whisper, “I love you too.”
And then his mouth is mine. And mine is his.
He tilts my head, angling for more, and the emotions we’re both admitting to for the first time explode. Our kiss becomes demanding, both of us needing more.
I tug at the hem of his shirt, and he pulls away for a split second to rip it over his head. I dance my hands over his abs, splay them over his pecs, and tease at the piercings in his nipples. When he hisses in pleasure, I do it again, pulling on them a bit harder.
“Fuck,” he groans, sounding like he enjoys the blissful torture.
He yanks my shirt over my head, letting it fall to the floor as he goes for my bra. It too drops away as Kyle ducks his head to my nipple, taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. I arch, lifting into him for more, but instead, he pushes me back to the table’s surface.
His hands find the button and zipper of my jeans while I kick my tennis shoes off, and then I’m nude in the middle of my new and improved kitchen, with Kyle looming over me and looking at me like I’m the tastiest feast he’s ever seen. He drops to his knees, dragging me to the table’s edge and catching my legs on his strong, broad shoulders.
The first tease of his tongue over my clit has me clenching my thighs against his head, but he shakes his head, forcing his way back closer. “Give it to me, Daniela. It’s mine.”
I can’t argue with that because it’s true. My body, my heart, my soul… it’s all his. I fought against it, against him, but he kept coming back for more, wearing down my defenses and showing me that he was worth the risk.
And he was worth it. He is worth it.
So I let my legs fall open, braving the onslaught of his tongue over my clit and his fingers as they easily slide inside me. “Good girl,” he praises, and though I can hear the smirk in his voice, I can’t care when he’s making me feel this amazing.
He fucks me with his fingers, spreading my juices up to my clit where he licks them off before repeating the process over and over until I’m writhing on the edge of coming. He places his other hand low on my belly, just above my pubic bone, and presses down firmly, his fingers inside me teasing over that spot he knows gets me off fast.
I fly.
I cry out, my eyes slamming shut as my back arches hard. I lose track of my body as he works me through the orgasm. As I start to come down, he growls, “No. More. Go again.” His fingers are soaked, and he blurs them over my clit, making me messy with my own cum as he demands another orgasm from me. My body complies much more easily than my mind usually does, and it takes very little teasing of my sensitive clit before I’m coming again.
“Yes,” I moan.
Kyle doesn’t let me ride it out for long, though. He’s multi-tasked like a damn pro and is standing at the table’s edge with his jeans around his thighs and his dick free before I even finish. “Look at me,” he orders, his voice hard.
My eyes are rolling in my head, but I blink, trying to focus on his face. He swats at my clit, and my knees close involuntarily as I flinch at the pleasurable pain, but it clears my vision enough to see the desperation on his face. I know what he needs. “Fuck me, Kyle. Like you love me, like I love you. Fuck me like we love each other.”
His head falls to the side, and his eyes flutter closed for a split second as he takes a deep breath, but in a heartbeat, he’s back and slamming into me. My legs fly up, landing on his shoulders, and he holds them there as he takes me.
In my romanticized mind, I thought making love would be sweet and gentle. Maybe that’s the case for some people. But not for me and Kyle.
We are too fiery, too passionate, too wild for sweet and soft, so he fucks me rough, deep, and hard, and I love every second of it. He leans over me, testing to see how far my legs will go, and plants a hand next to my head when he finds my limit. I claw at him, probably leaving marks on his back, but neither of us seems to care. He’s on me, in me, but I still want him closer somehow.