Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
We stumble back onto the stairs, my elbows on the third step, my knees spread. Heston kneels between them and grabs the nape of my neck, his eyes almost black.
“Wait—should we—”
I shake my head. “No, don’t stop. I can’t get pregnant.” Hearing me say it out loud hurts as much now as it did the day I was told that very thing. I had to have an ovary removed because of a tumor and the other one was so scarred, they said it would be a one in a million chance. I predict my scarring is from Cam. All the times he would hit and kick me in the stomach had to land somewhere and I think it was my ovary. Thunder cracks. A flash of lightening brightens the whole house. I sweep my hands under his wet shirt and pull it over his head, running my hands back down his chest and abs. I dig my nails in, and his eyes clinch shut. I grip his hips, my damp hair framing my face and falling into my eyes, as I lean in to nip just above his belly button. He presses his hands into my hair as my lips explore his happy trail. I stop at the button and zipper of his jeans, and look up him, meeting hooded, blue eyes sharp with desire. I tug the wet denim down his legs, and he helps kick them off with his shoes. Pulling back his briefs with my finger, his lengthy cock springs free, almost hitting me in the face. It’s skinny but long. I flick the tip with my tongue, and his knees wobble. He likes it.
“You don’t have to do that.” His voice is low and husky.
“But I want to.” My breathing heavy, I slip him into my mouth. His soft skin glides along my tongue, filling my mouth with the salty taste of his skin. I close my eyes, taking him as deep as I can before I gag and pull off. My eyes teary, my mouth watering, I watch him stroke himself with the spit I left behind. He suddenly drops to his knees and unzips my shorts, jerking them down to my feet. I step out of them, my shoes still on, and he grabs my hips, flipping me to where my stomach is now facing the stairs and my ass is up in the air. I grasp the step above me, shuddering at his warm hand caressing my left butt cheek that’s peeking out from under my white lace panties.
“Damn, you have a perfect ass.” He growls. I toss my hair out of my face and peek over my shoulder at him. I was sure I lost my ass after I had Paige but to hear him say it makes me feel better.
He smacks my ass, the sound filling the room seconds before I feel the sting. My head snaps up, and my eyes roll back. Every touch, look, and kiss take me closer to the edge nothing but impulsive thoughts to lead my next move. The only thing I can think of is his cock inside me. He gently hooks a finger on each side of my panties and slides them to my knees, leaving my core practically dripping with need. He unhooks my bra, loosening it and causing it to slip down my arms until it rests at my wrists. I feel heat along the skin of my back as his chest claims by body, his hand slipping underneath kneading my breast. It feels so good to be touched, to be wanted. My whole body pulsates. I push myself into him, telling him exactly what I need. Getting the hint, he positions himself right at my opening. On my stomach, staring at the dusty stairs, Heston finally thrusts inside me. My mouth parts on a low gasp as he stretches and fills me. I’m so tight, it almost hurts, but it feels so good at the same time. He pulls out then drives back in, and a moan escapes my lips. He grunts, grabbing my breast harshly as he fucks me faster and faster, taking me to the brink of ecstasy. I try to fight it, not wanting it to end so quickly, but warmth blossoms in my core, telling me I’m about to free fall.
“Shit.” He growls, pumping faster and tensing up. He’s about to come too.
“Do it,” I beg, so we both get what we so desperately need.
One hand on my shoulder, the other on my hip, he becomes more and more aggressive, and my whole body detonates. The sounds of me coming are his undoing. He follows seconds later, jerking inside me, our breathing louder than the storm abusing Fairview just outside the house.
He steps back, and I notice for the first time how sweaty I am. I flip over, so I can face him. He stares back, his cock hanging fully erect, his chest rising and falling. He doesn’t speak, and neither do I. Instead, I pull my panties up and search for my shirt, snatching it off a step.