Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
She groans. “Don’t you even fucking think about it.”
“I thought you were hungry.”
“I am, but more so for this.”
“Mm, are you going to choke on my cock?”
“Alex, please,” she moans, coming up on her toes, and I grin.
“Patience,” I mutter against her ear. She cries out as I make my way up to her clit. “I’d fuck my hand as I imagined taking this pussy in all the ways I love to.” I move my fingers faster, her moans music to my ears as I kiss her ear. “I could hear your cries as if you were right there, taking my cock. I could feel you come undone and milk my cock over and over.” She cries out, bucking against my hand as I swirl my finger over her clit. “But fucking hell, Elliot, nothing can compare to the real thing in my arms.”
“Alex…oh, oh. Oh.”
“Come, mi sol.” I quicken my pace, unable to keep from rubbing myself against her thick ass. “I want you to come. I want to hear my name on your lips, and I want you to tell me who owns this fucking pristine pussy.”
“Alex!” she screams as she shatters, her body bucking against mine as I press her clit, making the pleasure last. “God, fucking hell, yesssss.”
Her whole body trembles, and I’m in awe. “Mm, yes, mami,” I say as I let her go, and then I step around to her front. She’s panting, her eyes dark and wild as she watches me. I drop to my knees in front of her, and her eyes widen.
I capture her thick ass in my hands, squeezing her sweet globes, but before I can lean in to taste what I so desperately want, she asks, “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning up the mess we made.”
CHAPTER 15
Elliot
I spent the night and morning going over that exchange with Alex. I went back and forth about what I would say. I had a plan. I couldn’t sleep. I am scared out of my mind and even a little bit sad.
Terrified, because I want to follow my heart.
Miserable, because I’ve already hurt him twice, when that’s the last thing I want to do.
I want to follow my heart, but I can’t. I want to give myself to him, but the insecurities I have are overriding my desires. I know the best thing is to raise our child as friends and let it be. But my stupid heart wants to romanticize us being a family. Loving not only our child but each other. Opening myself up to him, though, wouldn’t end well for me.
Not when I’ve already done so wrong by him.
But then he kissed me.
Like, really kissed me.
As if I hadn’t pushed him away and hidden his child from him.
As if I’m the only person he wants to kiss.
And I let him.
I fell into that kiss because I’ve missed his lips, because I’ve missed the feel of him against my body and how kissing him centers me. Even when I feel like I’m spiraling out of control, his lips anchor me. I love the feel of him, the taste of him, and I want to drown myself in all the feelings he wants me to feel. I shouldn’t want this. I should stop him, but…I don’t want to.
I want this.
I want him.
I haven’t allowed anyone to touch me in six months.
And if I’m honest with myself, I’ve craved his touch.
Closure. This is closure.
And let’s be real honest—I fucking love the sight of him on his knees before me.
Alex leans in, running his tongue along my swollen folds. He takes his time, savoring me as I cling to his shoulders. I’m unsteady as fuck, and I can’t blame it on anything but the man before me. He runs his tongue up the slit of my lips, and I cry out when the tip of his tongue lightly strokes my clit. He hums against my folds, and I squeeze his shoulders, his name escaping from between clenched teeth. He then kisses my pussy before rubbing my sides. I open my eyes to find him watching me, his eyes so dark I don’t see even a hint of caramel in them. Just dark chocolate, and boy, do I want to devour him.
His eyes move down my body as he splays his hands over my extended belly. He trails his nose along the curve of my stomach before pressing his lips to my belly button. Tears burn as I watch him kiss my stomach before meeting my gaze. “You remember that night in New Jersey?” he asks, his lips moving against my belly. “When we went to that rooftop restaurant and that family was seated beside us?”
My heart squeezes as I nod. “The couple was celebrating their first wedding anniversary.”
“And they didn’t have family and they wanted a night out, so they brought their baby boys.”