Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
I revealed his hard chest, two strong walls protecting his heart. I was too short to get the shirt over his head, so he helped me the rest of the way.
My hands went to his jeans next, and I popped the button at the top, seeing the outline of his rock-hard dick before I even got it loose. The zipper came free, and then I pulled his pants down over his narrow hips, revealing the black boxers underneath. The jeans slid the rest of the way, and he stepped out of them. He’d toed off his shoes on his own and left his black socks behind.
My thumbs scooped into his boxers the way his had scooped into mine, and I didn’t have the restraint to go slow the way he did, so I quickly pulled them down, following the trail down his stomach to the gorgeous dick waiting for me.
I pulled his boxers to his thighs and stared at a perfectly groomed cock that would be ready for anything, a thick vein along the shaft, the head slightly red because the blood had been pulsing there for a while. Big, thick, and eager, it was a dream. But I’d already been expecting it because Derek seemed like a man who had a big dick.
The boxers slid to his ankles, and he stepped out of them, along with his socks. When he was completely naked in front of me, he stared me down, over six feet of masculine perfection, his eyes only interested in looking at me. He could have any woman he wanted, but I was the only one he wanted in his bed, the only woman he wanted in his heart.
The kiss finally came when he slid his hand into the back of my hair and fisted it hard, making my head tilt back so he could angle his neck down and kiss me. His anxious lips landed on mine, aggressive but slow, giving me purposeful embraces that were expertly executed, like he’d been thinking about this for a long time.
I knew for a fact that he had…because I’d read about it.
His arm slid around my lower back, and he pulled me into him as he continued his passionate kiss, breathing into me as he filled my lungs with his arousal, his fingers tightening on my hair like he had complete control over me now. He squeezed me against his chest, his hand moving down to grab my ass with his large fingers.
My hands glided across his shoulders before I hooked my arms around his neck, letting him devour me like he couldn’t get enough of me, letting him make me feel like a beautiful woman with a beautiful soul. He hadn’t even entered me, and he was about to make me have an orgasm because the passion was enough to stimulate me. I’d never been kissed like this in my entire life, the way a man deeply in love kissed a woman.
I panted into his mouth because the desire started to char my skin. My arms left his neck, and my hands started to drag down his sculpted back, my nails slicing into muscle after muscle.
I knew right then and there that there would never be another man for me after Derek Hamilton. He would be either be the man who became my husband…or the man I could never replace after he was gone.
He guided me back toward the bed, and in a fluid motion, I lay back on the bed the housekeeper had made that morning and felt him move on top of me, his knees separating my thighs, his hips moving between my widening legs. His kiss maintained the same intensity, like there had never been a pause as we maneuvered onto the bed. His fat dick rested against me, hot against my clit, hard against my stomach.
My nails clawed down his back, and I became so anxious I was practically delirious. “Derek…” I didn’t want to wait a second longer. I was already dripping onto his bedding because I was slicker than I’d ever been before. I spoke into his kiss because I didn’t want to halt that, not even for a second, to beg.
He pulled his hips back and broke our kiss so he could direct his head inside me, his thickness pressing into my narrow slit with difficulty. His concentrated expression was on mine, to witness my reaction to him, to feel the connection between our minds as well as our bodies. It took him a second to push past my entrance, to force me to open for his size, but once he was in, he was able to sink easily, aided by my slickness. He sank deeper and deeper, moving until there was nowhere else for him to go.
I arched my back and moaned loudly, feeling the pleasure so intensely that my nerves and pleasure centers were set on fire. My legs widened, and I pulled him closer to me, bringing our faces together once again. My hand cupped his face, my fingers sliding past his shadowed jawline, and I moaned quietly like he was thrusting inside me even though he hadn’t moved his hips at all.