Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
“Hello.”
“Oh, sorry. Is this Becca’s phone?” An older voice comes through the line.
“It is…” I pause. “She’s sleeping.”
“Okay, well, I was hoping I could visit her, but she no longer lives in her apartment. You wouldn’t happen to know where she might be?” I look down at her sleeping form. If I were dying, I would want to see my mother, so I give her the address, and she tells me she’ll be over in a few hours. Putting the phone back down, I grab the plate and take it to the kitchen before I go upstairs to find Adora. She’s standing at the window, a towel wrapped around her, just staring outside.
“Adora.”
She turns, her back against the windowsill, and drops her towel. Her hands fall to her sides, and her eyes, dark with need, lock on mine. “I need to feel something other than…” I know what she’s asking before I even get to her. I lift her, and her arms wrap around my neck, her legs circling my waist. She looks down at me tenderly, pushing a strand of hair away from my face. “I’m glad we found each other, Joey.”
I kiss her, and she kisses me back with a force so strong that if her back wasn’t already against the window, we may have fallen.
It’s in this moment I know without a doubt that she will consume me, wholly.
THIRTY
ADORA
Warm hands caress each and every part of my body, making me feel something other than sadness. I crave it. He craves it.
Joey is by far the best lover I have ever been with.
He seems to know exactly where to touch and when. It’s as if he can read my mind.
It’s funny when I think about our beginning, which in reality wasn’t all that long ago, but for some reason, it feels like I’ve known him a lifetime.
Yes, I may be holding back a secret from him—one I’m not entirely sure how to tell him—but it’s not because I don’t care for him. I simply have to find the right time.
His jeans have dropped to the floor, and I can feel him exactly where I need him. He groans when I sink onto him, and I let a moan slip free from my lips.
“Tell me,” he demands.
I don’t know what he’s asking, but I have a fair idea.
He pulls my head back so he can see my face. “Tell me, Adora. Tell me no other can fuck you the way I can. Tell me!” He basically growls out the words.
I ignore him for a second until he’s seated so deep, I can feel him everywhere.
“Well, you aren’t fucking me right now,” I say back to him as I feel myself clench around him.
“Tell me,” he says it again. “I can feel your pussy, Adora. It loves my cock. Do you love my cock?”
“Very much so.” I run my fingers over his lips and goosebumps rise in their wake. “I also like what these can do to my pussy.” He moves quickly, my hair swinging as he does, and places me on the floor. He pulls out of me and slides down my body until I feel his warm breath between my thighs.
His mouth kisses my mound before his tongue darts out and licks my clit. Warmth spreads through me as I reach down and lace my hands through his hair. He grunts, the vibration from the sound making me whimper before he slips a digit inside me and fucks me with both his mouth and fingers.
I clutch my breast and pinch my nipple as I feel the orgasm building higher and higher with every flick of his tongue and suction of his lips. He continues his movements, never once slowing or changing tempo, knowing that the pace he is at right now is exactly what is needed.
“Now you tell me,” I yell at him, and he chuckles. Then, as I come, he pulls his fingers away and his warmth is gone, immediately missed. When I open my eyes, I see him crawling up my body, his mouth arriving at my nipples, taking one in his mouth and letting it pop out before he does the same with the other.
“Tell you what, darling?”
“Tell me I’m your favorite.”
He sits on his knees, his cock hard and ready, his shirt lost in the process, a possessive look plastered all over his face. His hands come to my knees, and he holds them down, spreading them wider. He leans down and kisses the inside of my knee, then kisses his way up until he gets to my sensitive pussy. He gives it a slow lick, then slides a finger in and pulls it out before putting it into his mouth. After the digit is sucked clean, he licks his lips and continues his torture, every touch eliciting a needy moan from my throat. He leaves a trail of kisses all the way up my stomach, then bites my nipples, making me yelp in surprise. I’m watching him with eager eyes as we come face to face.