Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
He was so hot and thick inside her, a steel rod that her flesh was still trying to accommodate. It was hard to think or breathe when every part of her was focused on the welcome sensation of having Leandro fill her body once again. Her hands settled on his shoulders. “Leandro.” She couldn’t help sobbing out his name. She wanted him so much.
Her vaginal muscles clenched tightly around his cock as Bobby cried his name, and the last of Leandro’s control snapped. Holding her securely against the wall, he began thrusting into her, his cock pounding fast and furious into her body. Her breasts started to shake, tempting him with its succulent abundance and with another groan, he bent down to suck on one nipple.
Bobby cried out as the pleasure intensified, with Leandro sucking on her nipple while his cock drove in and out of her with ruthlessly powerful strokes. Her body shook with each thrust as her need for him heightened. She wanted more. She wanted everything, and she didn’t want him to stop.
Her hands moved to his head, her fingers diving deep so she could urge his head closer to her nipple. Leandro obeyed the silent plea, sucking harder and biting her nipple as he continued to claim her pussy over and over with his cock.
“Leandro.”
Her cry was loud and unabashed with need, and he knew it meant she was close to coming. He released her nipple the same time he slid one hand between her legs so he could find that tiny nub of flesh to drive her wild.
His eyes locked with hers. He wanted to see her fall apart. He needed to see it, knowing that it was the only way he could truly make himself believe he had Bobby back in his life.
“I’ll make you mine now, mégaira.”
Her eyes widened at the possessive words, but there was no time to react as his fingers found her clit just as he thrust into her one last time. She came with a scream, her body shuddering in his touch and he watched her, memorizing every nuance of emotion that flickered on Bobby’s face as the pleasure of his possession took over her.
Only when she was completely sated did she realize that he had not come with her. A second later, she realized another thing. Bobby said weakly, “You’re still hard?”
“I waited one year for you, my love. You didn’t think I would be satisfied with just one round?”
She was, but she supposed that didn’t count since her stamina had never matched his.
And then he started to move, and she cried out as his cock began to make her body come to life once again.
IT WAS DAWN THE NEXT morning when Bobby woke, and she had to yawn and rub her eyes several times before she could see clearly enough. The clock on the bedside table told her it was four in the morning, and the realization that she and Leandro had literally made love day and night made her blush. Her mind took a naughty turn, reminding her not just how many times they had made love but when and where – on the floor, the kitchen table, and oh dear God, that one time when he had her on all fours in front of the mirror...
Her cheeks heated up, enough to make Bobby feel delirious. Had she really done all that?
Leandro’s phone beeped, and she picked it up from the table.
The name on the screen made Bobby sit up.
Erica Norwood.
The girl who had been so shamelessly flirting with Leandro.
And Leandro, she recalled with a pang, had flirted right back. She shouldn’t have forgotten that, but her stupid silly heart had made her forget it.
Drawing a heavy breath, tears blurring her vision, Bobby left the bed quietly and started the search for her clothes around the house.
WHEN LEANDRO WOKE UP alone, he knew right away that something was wrong. But he held on to his composure as he searched his house for Bobby, not bothering to put on his clothes. There was no sign of her, and it was what he had feared but expected.
Returning to his room, Leandro picked up his phone. The most recent message was from...Bobby.
I’m sorry. I just can’t do this again. With Sabastian, it’s right between us. With you, it’s...too much. It’s wrong.
His heart shattered at her words, but he forced himself to read the next message, hoping it was also from Bobby and maybe there would be a clue to tell him what the hell happened to make her leave him in a panic.
The message, however, was from Erica.
And it was unopened.
Had Bobby seen the message and thought the worst?
He couldn’t blame her if she did. But there was an explanation for it, and relief hit him as the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Bobby had left him, he decided, because she had seen Erica’s message and assumed the worst. Once she realized it was entirely innocent, she would be back and he could woo her again into admitting that she loved him.