Total pages in book: 216
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 206530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1033(@200wpm)___ 826(@250wpm)___ 688(@300wpm)
I kiss her and she’s just as sweet as earlier when I couldn’t get enough of her. The way she kisses. It’s like she’s surprised every time, opening her mouth on a gasp to me. Her tongue is questioning and eager against mine and it drives me fucking crazy.
I push her up against the door she was blocking and grab both her arms, slamming them to the wood up above her head.
I’m hard again. Somehow. Christ knows I could never go this many times in one night back before my self-imposed bout of celibacy. Maybe it’s just because my dick is excited to be near a flesh and blood woman again but no, I know it’s more than that.
It’s her.
With the hand not holding her wrists, I reach down and grab her buttocks, squeezing hard and then giving a sharp smack. She yelps and arches her breasts into my chest.
I didn’t have time to actually button my slacks earlier which is good because I can’t stand another second not being inside her.
I jerk my pants down over my ass and then hike her up against the door, impaling her ruthlessly the next second.
I feel her full body shudder as she arches into me even further. “Yesssss,” she hisses.
Yes.
She’s not saying no or even pretending to struggle. But I’m still hard. Rock hard with no sign of it changing any time soon.
I pull back from her, breathing hard as I look at her in confusion. What does it mean? Could she be— Could she cure me? Could I finally have sex without needing to—
She doesn’t seem to be in the mood for deep thought at the moment, though, because she dips her head to kiss me again, biting at my bottom lip and digging her fingers into my hair, nails dragging down my scalp.
Fuck but she’s so goddamned hot.
I pull out and then slam in again, rattling the door in its frame with the force of my thrust. She only wraps her legs around me and squeezes around my shaft harder. Jesus Christ but I’ve never been with anyone who could—
I let out a low growl and thrust my tongue back in her mouth. I have one hand under her thigh to support her but I drop the other one down as well. This one I reach further around.
And shove a finger up her ass.
Her entire body reacts. It’s like I just jabbed her with a cattle prod, she’s so sensitive back there after I reamed her out earlier. Just the thought sends satisfaction rumbling throughout my body and my cock gets stiffer.
So much for being cured.
But as deep inside her as I am, I can’t give a fuck.
So I shove a second finger inside her backside and love how her grasp around my neck tightens. It’s more like she’s holding on for dear life now.
Like I’m her bouy in a storm—even though I am the storm.
I lose it. Absolutely fucking lose it.
I fuck her ruthlessly. And I don’t come quick. I draw it out. Long minutes fucking her up against the door. Five minutes. Ten.
We’re both sweating. I work out five times a week and still my muscles are straining to the max but I don’t want to stop.
I want to take Miranda there. To the brink. I want to push her. I want to hurt her. To break and remake her. I want everything she fucking has.
I take her to the edge of coming and when she’s about to go over, I still all my movements, leaving her frustrated. Over and over and over until she’s crying and begging and exhausted with fucking.
And then and only then do I give it to both of us
In one last burst of strength, I pull back and then slam her repeatedly against the door, grinding my hips and swirling to give her the satisfaction she’s been craving.
She comes with a high-pitched cry, tears streaming down her cheeks as she buries her head against my neck. I pump into her, finally allowing my own release as well.
I’m all but dizzy as I use the very last of my strength to carry her back to the bedroom and we both collapse exhausted into bed. And I mean fucking exhausted. Worn out, soul spent, exhausted. But it’s a clean tired, which might sound funny, cause that sex was dirty and hot as fucking hell.
But shit, I can’t even think any more, because I swear Miranda just sucked out my life force through my dick and I crash to the pillow.
I thought after all that I’d be out like a light.
And maybe I do fall asleep for a few minutes.
Miranda is stroking her fingers through my hair. Somehow instead of ending up with her in my arms, I’ve ended up in hers, my head on her ample chest.