Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
She was tight and so wet.
He wanted there to be nothing between them. To feel her warmth surrounding him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her hands dropping to the curve of his waist as well as her legs.
Pressing one hand beside her head, with the other, he gripped her thigh and slammed the last few inches to the hilt. They both cried out.
He felt her pussy tighten around him. Each little flutter making his own arousal bigger.
“Fuck,” he said.
“What is it?” she asked.
“You have no idea how amazing you feel.”
He slammed his lips down on hers and rocked slowly within her. It had been a long time for him. He’d been taking care of his arousal with his hand, and he didn’t know how much longer he could stand. He wasn’t some teenage boy, and yet, inside Eliza’s body, he didn’t feel like a grown-ass man.
Gritting his teeth, he tried to keep control, but with every thrust, he felt his own orgasm building.
There was no stopping it. He handled a total of four thrusts, and much to his shame, he slammed inside her and pulsed deep inside her pussy. Even before he finished, embarrassment flooded him. Breaking the kiss, he stared into her eyes, shocked. Not even on his first time had he come so quickly.
Eliza nibbled on her lip.
“It’s not supposed to be like that.”
“It’s fine,” she said. “Honestly, we better leave this house before someone comes and views it.”
“No.” His cock had gone slightly flaccid, but he was more than ready to go again. “I don’t have any more condoms with me.”
“Preston, it’s fine.”
“No, it’s not fine. I’m better than this.”
She smiled. “I … er … I came again. I’m not mocking you. It’s just that it has been a whole long time, and well, I guess I wasn’t expecting this, and with your tongue and everything, I mean, wow.”
He frowned down at her, then he felt it. The tiny ripples of her release. “Oh.”
This had to be the most awkward of experiences in his life.
“I enjoyed it,” she said.
“Good.”
She pressed her lips together. “Do you think we can … you know, get out of here?”
“Do you like the house?” he asked.
“I love it. You don’t need my approval to buy this.”
He was about to tell her he wanted her approval regardless, but then her cell phone started to ring.
Preston had no choice but to pull out of her as she scrambled toward the side of the bed.
“It’s work,” she said.
He watched as she reached into her jeans and pulled out the work cell phone.
“Hello, Mr. Aguire,” she said.
He tensed up.
Work had been the last thing on his mind since he entered this home. He did the necessary emails and stuff that required his urgent attention, but for the most part, he’d been so heavily focused on enjoying Eliza’s company and being back home.
“The end of this week? Sure, we can do that. Where would you like to meet?” Eliza asked.
She turned to him and gave him the name of a hotel that was just on the outskirts of town.
He nodded his head, and she finished making the necessary arrangements.
She finished the call and sat at the edge of the bed.
“Don’t do it,” he said. “Don’t think too hard.”
He kissed her neck.
“All I can do is think right now.” She bent down and began to gather her clothes, getting dressed. “I’m not being … I don’t know what I’m being right now, but I’ve got to head back to the house.”
“Eliza?”
“I’ve got to get whatever I need faxed or emailed over,” Eliza said. “I totally forgot to bring the file, but don’t worry about it. I’ve got this.”
“Eliza.”
“Preston, please, I need some space. That’s all.”
He sighed.
Getting dressed, he didn’t like this new distance she’d created.
They left the property, and he made sure to lock the gate behind them.
“I’m going to head into town,” he said.
“Okay, I’ll see you back at the house later.”
She turned away from him, and he gritted his teeth, hands clenched at his sides. Eliza was an enigma.
Spinning on his heel, he started his way toward town, going straight toward the pharmacy. That one time with Eliza was never going to be enough, so he went and got some reinforcements, condoms.
He wanted to fuck her again. To get under her skin the way she had him. What he wanted more than anything was for her to loosen up.
Just as he was leaving the pharmacy, he saw a salon named Juliet’s, and instantly, his thoughts went to her best friends. He pulled out his cell phone. Unbeknownst to Eliza, her friends were not kidding when it came to taking care of their girl. They’d saved their numbers into his cell phone.
Scrolling through his contact list, he saw Juliet’s name and dialed it. After five rings, it went to voicemail, promising to get back in touch. He hung up, not wanting to leave a message, and went straight for Mackenzie’s number.