Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
She lets out a soft grunt.
“You like that?” I lean down and ravage her lips, while driving into her again and again. “You like being pinned down?”
“Fuuuck,” she moans, stretching out the word. “Yes.”
“You can scream as loud as you want here, firecracker.” I switch things up, slowing my wild, frantic pace. “No one’s gonna notice.”
“Fuck me harder,” she shrieks.
“All right. Someone might notice,” I laugh.
She laughs with me, the sound vibrating right down to my dick.
“Jesus Christ,” she huffs. “Whatever you’re doing…don’t stop. You’re hitting…something. So good.”
I want to fuck her every which way. Make her come in every position I can twist her into. But I need her to go off one more time for me.
“More,” she gasps.
I release her wrists and hook my arm under her other leg. Oh, fuck yes, that’s good.
“Shit!” She presses her hands to my chest and curls her upper body off the bed. “Right there.”
Her legs quiver, the sensation starting at her hips and curling her toes. Tears leak from the corners of her eyes. I trace their path with my tongue.
“You’re squeezing me so damn tight.” I bend to take her nipple in my mouth, sucking hard.
She screams. Giving her permission to be as loud as she wants must’ve unlocked something in her. She’s loud. The sound of her letting go triggers me and I add my groans.
“Holy fuck.” I press my lips to her forehead but can’t move. My heart thuds like a drum, blood roaring through my ears.
Finally, I find the strength to roll to the side before I crush her.
I curl my hand around hers and we stay side by side, just breathing for a few heartbeats.
She rolls toward me, curling her body against mine. Her ticklish little fingers stroke my chest and down my abs. She kisses my side and I flinch.
“Why you trying to tickle me when I’m too spent to defend myself?” I tease.
“I’m not. I was trying to thank you.” She places another ticklish kiss close to my nipple. Her fingertips travel up my ribs. “Your body is magnificent, and you know how to use every single inch of it.” She flips her fingers in the air, one by one, like she’s trying to count something. “I didn’t know it was possible to orgasm that many times in a row.”
Now, that’s something I don’t mind hearing. My lips twitch. “Told you I’d turn you into a screamer.”
Outrage shines in her eyes and her jaw drops. “I won’t be able to show my face downstairs.”
“Why? No one’s gonna care. Or even know who was making all that beautiful music.”
She drops her forehead to my side, her shoulders shaking with laughter. “My throat does feel a bit raw.”
I lift my chin toward the small refrigerator near my closet. “Give me a second. I’ve got some water and stuff in there.”
Groaning as I sit up, I cup one of her knees and lift her leg, admiring the sticky mess coating her thighs.
“You look absolutely feral,” she whispers.
“I am. Stay put.” I release her leg and slap my palm against her ass, stopping to squeeze. “Fuck,” I mutter.
She chuckles softly and the covers rustle behind me.
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, then return to the bed where she’s stretched out like a damn centerfold, her soft eyes watching my every move. I unscrew the cap and hand her the bottle.
“Be right back.”
She nods and takes a quick sip.
I take a few seconds to clean myself up in the bathroom, then return with a washcloth for her.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“What’s it look like?”
She gasps when I brush the washcloth against her skin.
“Too much?” I ask.
A wrinkle forms between her eyebrows. “My bits are feeling…sensitive. But not opposed to more action.” She flashes a wicked smile. “I don’t think you’re prepared for what you’ve unleashed.”
“Firecracker, I’m more than ready.”
Emily
A door slamming in the distance jars me from sleep the next morning. Dex’s heavy arm rests over my stomach, his hand somehow wedged between my thighs.
Possessive, even in his sleep.
Or did we fall asleep in the middle of sex? There was a lot of it. Slippery sex in the shower. Sleepy sex in the middle of the night. Will I even be able to walk today?
He mumbles something as I gently slide out of bed. Clothes? I brought something to sleep in. No idea where it ended up, though.
In the bathroom, I dig through my backpack, searching for my toothbrush. My fingers hit the hard little case and I pull it out. Next, I find a pair of underwear and a tank top.
Minty fresh and partially dressed, I return to the bedroom a few minutes later.
Dex has rolled to his back, the sheet barely covering him, but he seems to still be asleep. I take a second to admire the relaxed, peaceful expression on his handsome face.