Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
The smile on my face must have been as dreamy as I felt, because I nodded, then stretched as he began to stroke my belly in a soothing motion that had me all but purring. “Mmmm-hmmm.”
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
“And you’re amazing at eating pussy.”
“Thank you. It’s not something I do often. In fact, it’s been years since I did that with a woman.”
“Uh—what? You haven’t gone down on a girl in years?”
“Nope. I told you I was an asshole, and I wasn’t kidding.”
I sputtered as I glared at him. “Why not? You seemed—well, you seemed to enjoy it.”
“No, with you I fucking loved having you in my mouth, drowning in your juice.” His gaze went heavy. He stroked my cheek gently with his rough fingertips, his touch as delicate as a butterfly’s wings against my heated skin. “You taste delicious, better than any other pussy I’ve ever had. Perfect.”
I tried to look away from him, but he held me chin and forced me to look at him when I spoke. “So, you’re trying to tell me that I’m the first girl you’ve given oral sex to in years?”
Giving me an uneasy look, he nodded. “Yeah.”
Taking a deep breath, I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, to hear him out. “Why?”
“To me, that act is something special, something that I’ll only give my woman.”
“Your woman?”
“Yeah, baby. You’re my woman.” He kissed my nose, and I tried not to melt inside like a candle in warm sunlight.
“When did this happen?”
“Oh, we were always meant to happen. Should'a happened sooner, but I kinda fucked it up with my big mouth.” He placed gentle kisses on my face, cuddling me close and making me feel amazingly safe and happy. “I want to kick myself in the ass for waiting so long to come claim you, but I had some shit to work out in my head.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’ll talk about it later, I promise. Right now, I want to just soak in the fact that you’re in my arms, making my chest hurt with your beauty. And my dick feels like it’s about to explode.”
The soft brush of his lips felt wonderful against my neck as he kissed me while making these husky, deep noises in his chest that sent chills through me.
“What about you?”
I went to reach for his dick, more than eager to show him the pleasure that I could give him, but he grabbed my hand with a frown. “No.”
“No?” The clouds began to lift from my thoughts, and I suddenly became aware that the bed beneath me was damp from my orgasms. “Why?”
Ramón sat up and took his shirt off, revealing all that delicious bronze skin of his that I wanted to lick. “I’m not going to be one of your quick fucks.”
“One of my quick fucks?”
“Yep.”
“How dare you!” I was tempted to smack him, but he seemed immune to my slaps. “Get the hell out of my room.”
The left side of his lips quirked up into a smirking smile, and I had to restrain myself from scratching that smile off his face. “I will, because I need to change clothes before we eat. Mark is my friend, but he doesn’t need to know that you soaked me, and your bed, with your cum.”
Embarrassment cleared my head further as I wondered if I’d just ruined Mark’s beautiful comforter, and how I could smuggle it out and get it dry cleaned without him noticing. My debauched state began to register as well and I snatched at my clothes while glaring at Ramón. He merely watched me, that smirk of his still in place.
“I’m not eating lunch with you.”
“After lunch,” he continued as if I hadn’t said anything. “You need to Facetime with your mom. I talked to her earlier and let her know what was going on.”
I struggled to regain control of my temper long enough to say, “You talked to my mother?”
“Yes, I talked to Paula. I didn’t want her worrying about you when she wasn’t able to get ahold of you.” Guilt that I hadn’t called my mom assailed me even as I tried to ignore Ramón when he caged me in his arms. “I didn’t tell her everything about the attack. There are some things she’s better off not knowing. It keeps her safe. She knows you’re staying with Mark. I made sure she talked to him as well, then I did a walkthrough of Mark’s place with my phone so she could see it. Oh, and she’s talked with my Mom. I told her that the men Kayla brought home were drug addicts, and that they slapped you around a little, but then Mark arrived and saved the day. Thought that was better than telling her that you almost ended up as the star of a snuff film.”