Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Casey,” he moans in the voice. “Fuck, you feel so good. This is fucked, and here you are, still sucking my cock.”
I go deeper, wanting to take every inch of him. Needing every inch of him. Spit rolls down his shaft and I stroke him as I suck him, not carrying about anything but that moan. I want him to feel good, to feel some small measure of the pleasure he’s given me over the years.
“Casey.” His fingers tangle into my hair as he pulls me up. I gasp, stroking him, desperate to make him feel good. “Come here. Kiss me.”
I move up, straddling him again. My pussy’s so wet, I’m so slick as his shaft presses against my slit. I grind down his length, kissing him deep, tasting his tongue, a glow in my core.
“I need you in me,” I whisper, arching my back, reaching down to adjust his tip. “Adler, I want this.”
“God damn,” he whispers. “I’ve been dreaming about fucking you for so long. I’ve been holding myself back. And now you’re saying these things, but I don’t think you know what they mean.”
“All I know is I want you inside of me, right freaking now.” I feel him enter with a rush of pain and pleasure. I’m still sore from the first time, but as I move down his thick length, he fits me like I was made to take him.
I whimper as I move up and down. Adler lets me go slow. He praises me as I do it, he tells me how tight I am, how good I feel, how wet my pussy is and how much he loves it. He licks my nipples, sucks them hard, palms my breasts, pulls my hair. I move faster, riding him, my hands against his muscular chest, down his stacked abs. Every bit of him turns me on, every inch of his skin drives me wild, and it’s like bliss nails itself deep into my skull as I go faster.
“Adler, fuck me,” I moan, losing all sense of time and space, so sunk deep into this moment.
“I need you,” he says as we grind faster. “I need this, Casey, my wife, my lovely fucking wife. You feel so good I could stay here for the rest of my life, buried between your legs, feasting on you. Keep going.”
I do as he says, working my back, my hips, faster and faster. I feel it building, the climax, and the more he talks to me the more I can hear the voice, the more the voice in my head begins to match the voice that leaves his perfect lips. I stare at his throat, at his Adam’s apple as he speaks, and every sound sends a shiver down my spine.
This is him, the man that saved my life. I grind myself harder, gasping for air, whimpering like I’m losing my mind. He grips my ass and slaps it hard, and I can’t take it anymore, I can’t handle it. He leans forward, mouth near my ear. “Come for me,” he says. “Just keep going. Don’t stop. I swear I won’t stop.”
“Fuck,” I gasp as the orgasm hits me. That voice knocks me over the edge. I can’t stand it anymore—I come like a train wreck, shivering, back arching.
When I’m finished, he kisses me gently. I pull back from him, sliding off. He adjusts himself, but I push him back down—and take his cock in my mouth.
“Casey,” he says as I lick myself from his shaft.
I suck him hard and fast. I want to taste him, need to taste him. His fingers grip my hair and he thrusts once, twice into my mouth, before releasing on my tongue. I grunt with surprise, but it’s him, it’s him, and I swallow every drop, every greedy little drop.
I collapse onto his chest, breathing hard. He kisses me, staring into my eyes.
“This isn’t how I expected you to react,” he admits.
I kiss his chest above his racing heart. “This isn’t what I expected either. Are you complaining?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Good.” I grin and kiss him again. “You seemed to enjoy that.”
“More than you know.”
I lean my cheek against him and close my eyes. I could stay here for a long time—drifting with him, with the man that saved my life.
There are warning signs. I’m not blind to this bizarre situation. I know he should have told me sooner, he should have done a dozen things differently.
But none of it matters. Not now, not with his arms wrapped around my body, the sweat cooling on our skin.
Chapter 30
Casey
I make myself a very fancy coffee as morning sunlight steams in through the windows. I have to admit, the apartment is beautiful during sunrise—maybe that’s why they named this place after it.
Adler comes in as I finish. “Want an espresso?” I offer.