Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I watched my unfamiliar reflection as I brushed, noting the way the bruises under my eyes, on my cheek, and my forehead had set in to darker shades of blue and purple. My nose looked a bit swollen too. And the band across my throat couldn’t be mistaken for anything but the outline of someone’s hand.
I had a pretty good hand at makeup, but even I wasn’t sure if I would be able to cover all the damage up. And some part of me really didn’t want to go back to work with proof of everything that happened to me right in everyone’s faces.
I especially didn’t want them to see if one of them was responsible for it. It was bad enough that they saw and heard and felt me at my lowest. It would be a power move to be able to walk back in there like nothing at all happened—and no evidence of it on my skin.
I rinsed and spit, then set my toothbrush in the drawer next to Santo’s before opening the door, getting a weird little tug in my chest at seeing it there. Like it belonged. Like maybe I did too.
Shaking off those thoughts, I reached down to slip off my borrowed pants. I’d been okay with wearing them with Santo’s family around, but I was so used to dresses that the material felt like it was, I don’t know, strangling me. Santo’s shirt was long enough to meet me mid-thigh, so I wasn’t being indecent or anything.
I folded them up and set them on the counter, then moved back out into the bedroom.
I hadn’t turned the light off when I opened the door and the brightness had Santo blinking awake, looking over.
“Sorry,” I whispered, turning the light off.
“You alright?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, holding up a hand so he didn’t get up. “Just wanted to brush my teeth.”
Santo reached out a hand, a silent invitation to come over to his side of the bed.
I slid my hand into his.
“Come here,” he said, pulling slightly until I moved to slip up onto the mattress.
Santo’s hands went to my hips, pulling down until my lap was on his.
A small gasp escaped me as I felt his hard length pressing against my cleft. There was nothing between us but his pants, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding down onto him.
“I’m not asking for anything, baby,” he said, his fingers running lightly up and down my bare thighs. “Just can’t help how much I like being around you.”
My hips did another wiggle, making his hardness press against my clit. A whimper escaped me, and his fingers dug into my thighs reflexively.
“If I ask…” I said, hips rocking.
“Baby, you can have anything you want,” he said, his hands slipping toward my shirt, working each of my buttons free.
The material split down the center, and Santo took a slow, deep breath before pushing the material down from my shoulders, baring me completely.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. His hands slipped up my sides, then moved to cup my breasts.
A shiver spread through me at the touch, my nipples twisting into points against his palms.
There was no stopping my hips from writhing as his hands squeezed, as his fingers circled, rolled, and pinched.
His hands fell, but just so he could sit up and press his face between the swells, placing a kiss on my warm skin, then shifting his head to suck one of my nipples into his warm mouth.
My moans filled the room as he licked, sucked, and teased my desire to a painful point.
“Santo, please,” I begged, hips rocking restlessly.
“Not even close to being done with you yet.”
“I can’t take it,” I whimpered, bearing down harder on his cock. “Please,” I pleaded again. “I need you inside me.”
That rumbling sound moved through Santo as he sat back, his eyes liquid desire.
“Fuck, baby. If you need it that badly, take it,” he said, lying back and reaching into the nightstand for a condom.
I didn’t need another invitation.
My hands went down, working the rest of his shirt buttons free with quick fingers before undoing the button and zipper of his pants.
Greedily, I reached inside, closing my hand around his thick cock, and pulling it out.
My thumb teased across the head, making his body jerk and his eyes go half-closed.
“Santo,” I whimpered. “I need you now.”
He ripped open the foil and quickly protected us before holding his cock at the base, waiting for me to rise up and take him in.
Some part of me wanted to take it slow, to really get wrapped up in him for hours.
But the second I felt him slide inside me, there was no reasoning with my desire. I rode him hard and fast, driving myself to that edge.
“That’s it,” Santo said, fingers digging into my hips as my walls tightened around him. “Come for me.”