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)
I’m pounding into her, fucking her into the wall, like the world is about to end.
I bite her neck. Her shoulder. Suck on that spot behind her ear that makes her hips buck against my dick.
Pleasure shoots down my spine, like I’ve just been hit with a taser.
Fuck, I’m gonna come.
“Tell me you’re close,” I pant. “Because I’m gonna fucking come.”
“Almost … there … just keep doing that …”
The first minuscule tightening of her pussy around my dick, and I start coming. My dick jerks, and hot spurts of cum start to fill up the rubber. And my coming seems to only intensify her orgasm further, and her muscles almost vise-grip my cock, making me come even harder.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’m almost sure that I black out at one point. Because the next thing I know, I come to with my forehead pressed against the back of her head, my mouth breathing in her hair.
“Fuck,” I croak.
“Right?” she whispers.
“That was intense.”
“So intense. I’ve never …” She trails off.
“What?”
“Sex has just never been like that for me. That vigorous.”
I tilt my head back from hers. “Dillon, we’ve been fucking five days. If you think that was the first time we’ve had vigorous sex, then I’m clearly doing something wrong.”
“No.” She laughs softly. “That’s not what I meant at all.” She turns her head, and soft blue eyes look at me in the dim light of the hallway. “You’re doing everything right. Better than right. I just meant … I don’t know what I meant.”
She takes her gaze away from me, but I catch her chin, bringing her eyes back to mine. “Yeah, you do. Say what you mean.”
She blinks. “I’ve never had sex before where I felt so lost in it. I mean, I get lost in sex with you—of course I do. But that was … something else. Like we were the only two people who existed in that moment. Does that make sense?”
Touching my thumb to her lip, I nod. “Yeah, it does.”
I know exactly what she means. Because I felt it too.
I’m just not really sure what it means.
If it means anything at all.
A yawn escapes her.
I chuckle. “Tired?”
“Yeah. You wore me out.”
I slide my dick out of her and take her by the hand, bringing her into the bathroom with me. I undress her and then myself. I tie her hair up into a bun, so it doesn’t get wet because I know she doesn’t like to sleep with wet hair. I turn the shower on and lead her into the running water. We both brush our teeth in the shower to save time. Then, we’re out of the shower and drying off. Mainly me drying myself and her because she’s tired and I can’t seem to stop touching her.
I lead her out of the bathroom, turning the lights off as I go. I pull back the cover, climb into bed, shift over, and tug her down in bed beside me.
She snuggles into my body, tangling her legs with mine.
Honestly, it’s kind of nice. I’ve never done any of this with anyone before.
I guess I get to play house with Dillon, knowing that there’s an expiration date on it when we leave the island. No worry or risk of her getting attached to me, which could happen if I did this kind of thing with anyone back home.
“West.”
“Hmm?”
“Do you have a side of the bed?” she asks on another yawn.
“No.” Then, I yawn because that shit’s contagious.
“No?” Her voice perks up a little. “How can you not have a side?”
“Because I live alone.”
“So? People who live alone still have a side of the bed. I lived alone and had a side of the bed. How can you not have a side of the bed?” She suddenly sounds a fuck of a lot more alert than she did a few moments ago.
And there I was, thinking we were going straight to sleep.
“I don’t know. I usually just sleep in the middle of my bed.”
“But …” She sounds really confused by this, and it’s pretty fucking cute, to be honest. “Which nightstand do you put your stuff on?”
“What stuff?”
She lifts her head and stares at me in the dark. “I dunno. Your lamp. Phone. Drink. General shit.”
“General shit.” I chuckle. “Well, I have a lamp on both nightstands. And the rest, well, I guess it just goes on whichever nightstand I happen to drop it on that night.”
“I can’t even. You’re really freaking me out.”
“I’m getting that.”
“I just … it’s not normal.”
I laugh again because she’s funny as fuck. “It’s perfectly normal. I’m a big guy. I take up a lot of space. So, I just sleep in the middle.”
“What size bed do you have?”
“A really big one.”
“Bigger than this?”
“Yep.”
“But you fit on one side of this bed, and it’s a king.”