Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I was torn between falling back onto the bed and standing there, watching in awe as she sucked and licked me clean. As I slowly came back down from my earth-shattering climax, she let my semi-hard dick fall from her lips and leaned back on her heels to gaze up at me.
Her pink tongue came out and licked her bottom lip, as if she was afraid she’d missed a drop. I shuddered. I was so fucked. I wasn’t going to be able to stop this. Not with Oakley. No one compared to her. They never had. But now, I wouldn’t even be able to have sex with someone else without seeing her face. Every woman after her wouldn’t be enough because they wouldn’t be her.
I held out my hand, and she slipped hers over my palm. Taking it in my grip, I pulled her to her feet. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face.
God, that face had been my downfall for eleven years. No matter how much I’d hated her in the past, one look from her, and for a moment, I would forget everything.
Loving Oakley had never been the issue. It was surviving her.
Thirty-Four
Oakley
When my eyes opened, I found myself cocooned in Wilder’s warmth. His arm around me, his leg thrown over mine, and his breath hot against my ear. I was sure I could die happy right now.
Last night had been magical. At least for me. He’d made me come with his mouth twice before he brought me to a climax two more times while buried inside of me.
I wanted to stay here and enjoy this, but the clock by his bed said it was 6:33, and I needed to get back to my room before Sarah woke up and caught me in her dad’s room.
I was positive my sleeping in here had not been his plan, but we’d sexually exhausted ourselves and passed out from it. The smile on my face was going to be hard to dampen today.
There hadn’t ever been a time in my life when I felt like I had last night. Every fantasy I’d had seemed to come true. Every wish I’d made silently, never believing it would happen, and every daydream I had tortured myself with over the years—I had it all last night. Because I had been with Wilder.
I started to slip out of his hold, but he tightened his arm.
“Not yet,” he murmured.
He wasn’t ready to let go of me, and that felt amazing. He wanted me here.
“It’s after six,” I said softly.
“She sleeps until eight,” he replied in his sleep-raspy voice.
I snuggled back against him and sighed in contentment. This was perfect. It was all I had ever wanted. Wilder. To be his. For him to be mine.
His hand began to move down until he tucked it between my legs. His leg no longer pinned mine down, and he nudged my thighs open.
“I want to feel my cum leaking out of you.” His deep voice so close to my ear made me shiver. Or maybe it was his words.
When I opened my legs for him, he made a deep growl in his chest and eased his middle finger inside of me. I rolled onto my back as he shifted to prop himself up onto his side. I looked up at his face, and for a moment, there was something in his dark gaze that took my breath away. It was gone too soon though, but only because he lowered his head until his lips brushed against mine.
I shoved my fingers into his hair and held him there. The way he kissed me always let me give in to my wishful thinking that he could love me again. That I hadn’t lost him forever. His mouth seemed hungry for more, as if he couldn’t get enough.
He pulled back, and the brown of his eyes were almost black. “Get on top of me, Oakley.” His words were a husky command. “I want to see you come while you’re riding me.”
I nodded, the rush of desire tingling throughout my body. He lay back, and I turned over, climbing on top, like he wanted. I stayed on my knees for a moment just so I could look down at him. The sexy, masculine definition of his jawline, his full lips, and his hooded eyes. All of it made me ache for him.
When I eased down, taking his erection in my hand and angling it so I could sink it inside of me, a low hiss escaped him, and his abs flexed. He was beautiful, and right now, in this room, he was mine. I could at least allow myself that.
His size stretched me, and I let out a soft moan as the pleasure from him filling me began to consume my thoughts.
“Fuck, Oakley. When I think you can’t look any more beautiful, I find out how wrong I am.” His words were sweet, but the way he’d said them sounded as if it was painful. Like he wished it weren’t true.