Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
His eyes seemed to have darkened to a charcoal hue. Leaving his jeans on, he lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, backing me against the brick wall. “Tell me if it gets to be too much,” he said gruffly.
“It wo—”
Ah!
He entered me in one stabbing thrust. He moved his hand to rest behind my head as a shield because he realized he’d almost given me a concussion.
His mouth stayed on my neck, gently biting as he fucked me, the heat of his cock searing. Each movement was harder than the last and only a second apart from each other.
He groaned loudly with each thrust. Someone was going to catch us. This was the roughest sex of my life, second only to the time he took me on the floor of my bedroom seven years ago. I hadn’t had sex in almost two years, and you wouldn’t have known it by how easily my body conformed to him despite how massive he was. I think I’d been wet and ready for him since the moment I first spotted him again in the garden.
He continued to fuck me, angrily and unbridled. “No one should have ever had this but me,” he said over the skin of my neck. He pushed into me. “I let you go.” He pushed deeper. “I threw you away.”
I started to move my hips, impaling myself on him. “So, take me back. Fuck me harder.”
My words set him off, and he accepted the challenge. He shifted me around so that his back was now to the wall, and he no longer had to shield my head from it. He repositioned my legs around him and wrapped his hand around my neck using the other to hold me up. He looked into my eyes while he moved in and out of me as he choked me lightly, just enough that it was pleasurable. Knowing how much that turned him on made me crazy.
Luckily, no one had come outside. We were still alone in the foggy night. The only sounds were the slapping of our skin, the clinking of his belt buckle and our breathing, which had fallen into a synchronized rhythm.
I reached my hand to lift his shirt halfway up so that I could see his abs. They were harder than I remembered and looked like they’d been cut from stone. I wished we could have been skin-to-skin, but getting fully naked would have been risky here.
“Don’t worry. Later, we’ll take it off,” he said. “We’re gonna do everything tonight.”
An orgasm was starting to roll through me suddenly. I didn’t even have to say anything. It amazed me how well he knew my body.
“You’re coming,” he said. “I remember how it felt. Look at me.”
He held my neck and looked into my eyes as he rocked his hips, fucking me as hard as he could until he shuddered.
It took several minutes for my breathing to come down. He continued to hold my limp body as he kissed my neck.
“I love you, Greta”
I loved him so much that I couldn’t even form the words. So many feelings had risen to the surface, but fear had trumped all.
“Don’t leave me again, Elec. Don’t go back to her,” I said.
He held me tighter. “I won’t, baby,” he said, lifting my face to meet his eyes. “Look at me. You’ll never have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere. I know I have to prove that to you, but I will.”
He put me down and fastened his pants before lifting me up again. His feet crunched on the gravel as he carried me in his arms to the nearest sidewalk where we caught a cab.
It still felt like a dream.
In the backseat, I leaned my head against his chest. His heart was beating fast against my ear as he gently caressed my hair the entire ride to my apartment.
When we entered my building, his hands were on my shoulders as he kissed the back of my neck the entire way up the stairs.
I fumbled with the keys and once inside, I had the sudden urge to do something I’d never done before.
I backed him against the door that had just closed behind us and lifted off his shirt. The look in his eyes was a mix of hunger, shock and amusement at my boldness.
My tongue circled along the ring on his nipple and licked down every taut muscle of his chest right down to the two shamrocks. I got down on my knees, and when he realized what I was about to do, his chest started heaving.
“Fuck,” he said huskily. “Is this really happening?”
He wasted no time ripping off his belt and throwing it to the ground. I lowered his boxer briefs and lifted his cock out, taking a moment to marvel at its girth, its length, its heat and the shiny ring at the tip. I’d fantasized about sucking him off more than anything because it was the one thing we never did.