Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 170884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 854(@200wpm)___ 684(@250wpm)___ 570(@300wpm)
It felt amazing and we weren’t even skin-to-skin. I was absolutely dumbfounded.
Reaching up to my tits, he yanked one cup down, revealing a taut, needy nipple. He glanced at me a moment before lowering his head and capturing that hard peak between his lips, suckling gently, and I almost came off the bed. I felt every pull of his mouth as if he were sucking my clit. His hand moved from my hip, sliding down to gently rub me over my panties and, my brows bunching, I let out a low groan.
Yes. Direct contact.
He was barely touching me, his fingertips rubbing soft circles over my lace-covered clit, and just when my pussy clenched tightly, Az asked, “Are you clean, baby?”
What? My eyes shot open.
I blinked at him, and the words were spoken quietly. “I don’t know.” Because I didn’t. It had been months since I was tested.
But Aslan’s tone held no judgment. “Okay.” He took a condom out from the waistband of his boxers and tore it open before taking them off and rolling it on. He made short work of my panties, and then he came to lie between my open legs.
I couldn’t help but query an incredulous, “Missionary?”
“Yeah.” He grinned down at me. “I want to kiss you, baby. Is that okay?”
Was that okay?
“Yeah.” I guess that was okay.
He pulled back a moment, taking his cock into his hand and guiding it to me. The moment I felt the tip of him caress my opening, my lips parted. I didn’t think there was a time in my life when I’d been more curiously turned on than now. Sure, the sex I had before got me off mainly on shock value. But this was the real thing. It wasn’t just sex. Aslan Sadik was showering me in love, and I felt it.
Az pushed, slowly, and my heart thumped in my chest as he worked himself into me, gently thrusting until I was entirely impaled. And then he moved, and I knew I’d never be the same. His eyes on me, he pulled back, driving back into me then starting a rhythm. Before long, I was hot all over, and when he kissed me, I moaned against his lips, kissing him back eagerly.
I felt it coming, but it was different this time. Normally, when I came, it came hard and fast and knocked the sense out of me. This was a slow burn. A climb.
My cunt tightened around him and his brows lowered, mouth parting. “Oh, yeah, baby. My beautiful girl. You gonna come for me, Ling?”
His softly spoken words did something to me. I felt the prickles line my spine, and when my core clamped painfully tight, my stomach clenched and my mouth rounded as my eyes shot open, completely unfocused.
Not a moment later, my entire body pulsed and I fell to pieces, milking his cock as I found my release.
“Fuck, Ling,” Az groaned, kissing my lax lips. “Oh, shit.” He panted, closing his eyes. “Baby, yes.”
While I was still coming down off my high, Az drove into me, his hips thrusting erratically until he buried himself as deeply as he could and held himself there, inside me, as his cock began to throb. He groaned long and low before he fell onto me, holding my tit as he tried to steady his breathing. I could feel his rapid heartbeat through the jugular at his neck, and for whatever reason, it made me smile.
But that smile was short-lived.
Suddenly, the thought of losing this, of losing this man, was crushing. I was overwhelmed with the abrupt anxiety I felt.
Humiliatingly so, my body shook as I began to cry. And when Aslan lifted his head to look at me, I covered my eyes with my hands.
“Baby.” He sounded sweetly concerned. “What’s wrong?”
I needed to tell him.
Removing my hands from my face, I swiped at my cheeks, blinking away tears. My lip quivered when I disclosed a dismal sounding, “I’m in love with you and I don’t want to be.”
Surprisingly, Aslan wasn’t offended by my admission. Instead, he looked overjoyed by it. “About fucking time you conceded.”
“Don’t make fun of me. This is serious.” I glared.
Az looked down at me tenderly. “It is serious.” He pecked my lips affectionately. “I love you too, Ling.”
The words were quiet, and even as I spoke them, I knew they were a useless plea. “Then be with me.”
Choose me.
Pick me.
Come home to me.
But he shook his head. “Baby, you knew what this was and I’m never leaving my wife. She’s a good woman.” At my eye roll, he gently reprimanded me. “Don’t do that. You don’t know her. The shit she’s had my back on, the shit she’s stuck with me through, I owe her that much.” He searched my face. “She has my name, but it’s you, Ling. Everything else goes to you. I promise, baby.” He watched me carefully, as he asked, “Can you deal with that?”