Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
It’s so strange.
That I come just from eye contact.
Just by witnessing the depths of his obsession, his possession, but I do.
I come on his cock and if I was more experienced or if I was with someone else, I’d be embarrassed that I came by his tenth stroke probably. Tenth very deep and hard stroke but as it is, I’m not.
As it is, I’m writhing and arching under him.
My pussy is fluttering and contracting over his length.
And Jesus, he groans again.
He also speeds up his thrusting. So much so that now every time he bottoms out, his hips smack into my ass. His jean-covered thighs hit my bare ones. And his fingers tighten up and squeeze me.
My own fingers are still on his face, his hard jaw, his jutted-out cheekbones.
And so when he comes, I feel it everywhere.
I feel it in my fingers when his jaw goes slack, at my back when his chest vibrates with his deep groan.
And in my pussy and my womb.
Where he comes.
He comes right where he told me he would. Right where he wanted to.
Deep and high in my womb.
I feel him throbbing there. And for a second I think that if I put a hand on my belly, I might feel him there too. His thick cock making an impression, pulsing just under my skin, filling me and filling me.
And so I feel a strange sadness.
That his dream won’t be able to come true.
Because I’m on the pill.
But it’s okay. At least I gave him this. And he seems to like it. His eyes are closed and his lips are parted, and he’s jerking and shuddering over my body.
Much like his cock inside of me.
When his climax is done, he opens his eyes and whispers, “Mine.”
My pussy clenches over his length again and I whisper back, “Yours.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
He’s playing with my hair.
I feel the strands being tugged at my scalp and turn my face to look at him.
Lying on the grass under the stars, his eyes are closed and his mouth’s relaxed. His chest goes up and down so gently that he might as well be sleeping.
But he’s not.
The fingers of his outstretched arm — which is also acting like my pillow — are working.
Sifting through my wayward strands, curling them, pulling them lightly.
Like he was doing last night.
So I do what I did last night as well.
I open my braid for him.
So he has more room to play with. So his fingers can frolic and dance all over my hair.
“You have a hair fetish,” I whisper, glancing up at him.
He opens his eyes, his lips quirking up lazily. “I have an Echo fetish.”
My heart skips a beat, both at his words and at his voice that sounds just as lazy as that lopsided smile on his face.
I turn on my side, feeling his biceps flex beneath my cheek.
Putting a hand on his face, I say, “You look so pretty.”
I know pretty isn’t a boy word per se. But he looks so beautiful like this, all relaxed and drowsy. His eyes shiny and his mouth all plump and wet from our kisses earlier.
He licks that plump mouth of his. “And you look so fuck-struck.”
What?
“What is fuck-struck?”
“A girl who’s struck by fucking. Also known as sex-struck or sex-drunk or just plain starry-eyed.”
“First, that’s so not a word. And second, I am so not.”
“First, I just made it a word. And second, you are because we both know my dick makes magic.”
“If your dick makes magic, Bandit, then my pussy is a spellcaster because you’ve never looked this relaxed before.”
He hums, turning on his side and toward me, his other hand settling on my waist. “That she is, Bubblegum.”
I stick my tongue out at him and he chuckles.
And I realize that other than being dirty and filthy, his chuckles can make me smile too.
They can fill me with happiness as well.
Then, sighing and taking in his pretty face, I whisper, “I’m so glad you won’t be fighting anymore.”
“Me too. Getting blackmailed is fun.”
“You blackmailed me first.”
“Yeah, because getting stalked’s fun too.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Hey, you stalked me first.”
His eyes rove over my features. “Yeah, I guess I did.”
I bring my hand up to his hair and curl his strands like he’s curling mine. “How did you know about this place?”
Because it’s a beautiful place.
It has thick, carpet-like green grass, thick woods on one side and a shimmering lake on the other. Plus the sky looks really pretty from here, all starry and moon-eyed.
After we finished at the party that I never made it to, I told Reign that I didn’t want to go back home yet. I wasn’t ready to leave him, wasn’t ready for our night to end. So I told him to take me someplace on his bike.
And he brought me here.