Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Dillon! Fuck!” he yells. “I’m coming!”
His hips start to jerk against mine, and then I feel his cock pulse inside me as he starts coming.
When he’s finished, he falls on top of me. His breathing is heavy. I slide my hands from his and press them to his back, holding him.
Lips press a soft kiss against my shoulder. My skin tingles at the contact.
“That was …” I breathe.
“Fucking amazing.” West lifts his head and rests up on an elbow, removing his weight from me. He stares down at me.
“Yeah,” I sigh happily. And it really was amazing.
Literally the best sex I’ve ever had. I mean, I came twice. Twice!
That’s never happened to me during sex—ever.
No man has ever bothered to try to make me come twice. Tim definitely didn’t bother. But then he was too busy—nope, not going there right now. I’m feeling great. Nothing is going to steal my glow.
Because … orgasms.
West definitely knows what he’s doing in bed. I’m guessing he’s had a lot of practice. More than me.
I mean, I’ve dated my fair share of men, but I’m reckoning that West’s number is a hell of a lot higher than mine.
Not that it matters.
Because I’m currently reaping the benefits of that experience.
I can’t believe I was even considering saying no to doing this with him. Right now, I could be lying in the bed in my villa all alone.
Thank fuck I didn’t say no. Finally, I did something smart. And now, I’ve got two more weeks of this.
I’m in paradise with the hottest man I have ever seen, and I get to have sex with him and have multiple daily orgasms.
Guess I’m not so stupid after all.
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West
Fuck me. That was incredible.
She’s incredible. Even better than I thought she would be.
She’s got more sexual confidence than I initially gave her credit for. She rode my dick like a champ. And she definitely likes being told what to do during sex, which is a bonus for me because I’m a bossy fuck in bed.
I know what I want, and I say it.
I did go easy with her this first time. Let her take the lead to start with. I wasn’t sure how much she could take. But she took all of me and more. Although I was a little rough with her toward the end.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I? Kind of lost my mind a bit toward the end there.”
She gives me a shy smile. “No. I mean, you got a little rough, but I liked it.”
“Yeah?”
A blush creeps up her face. “Yeah.”
I love that she gets shy after what we just did. And that she likes it rough.
“I’m just gonna go clean up,” I tell her before easing out of her. I climb out of bed and head into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash up.
When I come back to bed, she’s not in it. She’s standing by the glass doors, looking out into the night, a blanket wrapped around her, covering that gorgeous body of hers.
“You okay?” I ask, sitting down on the bed.
She turns, smiling. “Yeah. Just looking at the stars. I love that you can see them so clearly here.”
“It’s pretty cool.”
“So, you finished in the bathroom? I’m gonna go clean up.”
I watch her walk past, and then I lie down on the bed, arms behind my head.
She seems uncomfortable. I hope she’s not regretting what we just did. Because I’m sure as fuck not. But I know her headspace is a little messy at the moment.
I hear the toilet flush, and the bathroom door opens a minute later.
I push myself up to a sitting position and cover my junk with a sheet.
Dillon appears back in the room. She stops a distance away from the bed. Her hand is holding that blanket to her body like her life depends on it.
“You okay?” I ask her.
“Yeah”—she smiles—“I’m fine.”
There’s a beat of silence.
Then, she says, “So … I should probably go back to my villa.”
It bothers me that she’s suggesting going. I’m not actually sure why. It’s never bothered me before when a woman has wanted to leave straight after sex.
Maybe it’s because I don’t feel anywhere near done with her tonight.
And we did have that whole conversation about it before, and I don’t want her going because she thinks she has to.
I slide my legs off the edge of the bed, so I’m sitting, facing her. “Are you going because you want to or because you think I want you to? Because we had that whole conversation earlier today.”
She lifts those delicate shoulders. “I don’t know.”
“Do you regret us fucking?”
Her eyes snap up to mine.
“Because I know you’re coming off a shitty time.”
“No. I don’t regret it at all. Do you?”
“Fuck no. But I’m not the one being weird.”
“I’m not being weird.”
“You are.”