Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“Good,” my father said. “Uncle Cane and I are considering expanding a little more.”
Muse moved her leg under the table and gently rubbed it against mine, showing the smallest affection in private. She kept her eyes on her food and pretended she wasn’t doing anything at all, and the believable performance was even more endearing.
I liked feeling her touch me, even when my family was around. She wanted me at all times, even after the fierce way I broke her heart. My hand moved to hers on the table, and I took it a step further by placing my palm on top of hers.
She turned to me, a slight smile on her lips.
I squeezed her hand in return.
12
Sapphire
Conway folded me underneath him, my legs bent and open to him. My hips were turned at a deep angle, and I was pinned against the mattress and unable to move. I looked up at the handsome man on top of me, observing the intensity in his eyes and the tightness of his jaw. He slowly rocked into me, giving me his large length with gentleness like he’d never given it to me before.
My hands moved up his arms, and I gripped his muscles as I breathed with the motion. Quiet moans escaped my lips with every single movement, feeling him stretch me over and over. He didn’t fuck me hard like he had the other night. Now this was slow, so slow.
Instead of kissing me, he preferred to watch me. He watched my chest rise with the breaths I took, watch my lips part when a moan erupted from my throat. He studied the way my eyes changed when I felt the head of his cock hit me all the way inside.
A guttural moan escaped his lips sometimes, a masculine sound that made my spine shiver from the top of my neck to the bottom of my ass. His weight pressed me into the mattress and pinned me down in a locked position. His hard body rubbed against mine as we moved together, his strong chest dragging against my hard nipples.
The sex was slow but packed with powerful intensity. I could feel the ache between my legs, feel the desperation for a deep combustion. I teetered on the edge of the oblivion, prepared to slip away at any moment.
He kissed the corner of my mouth, his breath coming out shaky. “I love you.” He spoke against my mouth, his hips thrusting so he could fit every inch of his cock inside me as he said it. “So damn much.”
I gripped his shoulders and felt my pussy tighten in reaction, loving the sound of his deep admission. He told me he loved me before, but not like that. He didn’t put his heart on display and lay everything bare. He said it like a confession, words that he meant from the bottom of his heart.
Before I could say it back, I came all around his dick. I squeezed him tight, cut into him with my nails, and slipped into a sensual orgasm that made me writhe, whimper, and moan all at the same time. “Con…I love you too.” My come slathered his dick, sheathing him in such a pool of moisture that he was completely soaked in it.
“My woman…” He pressed his hips deep between my legs, getting every inch of his dick inside my pussy before he released with a moan. With his balls against my ass, and his face far above mine, he came. His voice was masculine in nature and full of satisfaction.
I moaned again even though I was finished, loving the way he enjoyed giving me every drop of his come. I loved feeling it sit inside me, loved feeling it drip from between my legs because there was so much of it.
When he finished, he pressed a kiss to my forehead and pulled out his softening dick. A web of my moisture stuck to the crown of his cock and my entrance, stretching before it finally broke apart. A drop of come was still on the head of his cock.
He got off me then grabbed the clothes he was wearing that day, a navy blue suit and a black tie. He was heading off to work while I stayed home for the afternoon. He usually cuddled into my side after sex, but he needed to get to work.
That was fine by me. Now I got to go back to sleep.
He pulled on his clothes, adjusted his cuff links, and straightened his tie. He leaned over me on the bed and kissed me on the forehead. “That come better still be there when I get back.”
“Of course.”
It rained that afternoon, so I was stuck inside. While the house was big, there wasn’t a lot to do except work out in the private gym. I hated working out on a machine, and now that I wasn’t a model anymore, I couldn’t find the motivation to pick up the weights again.