Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Katie twists and gives me a questioning look, but she follows my order like a good little girl.
“Now,” I say, swallowing my urgency, “tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you to . . . fuck me,” she says softly.
“Say that again. Louder this time.”
“I want you to fuck me, Sir. Please.”
With her pussy literally spread wide for me, it’s easy for me to believe her. Accepting her invitation, I spear into her, where it’s warm, wet, and tight. Fuck, it feels like my cock’s found its home.
I lean my forearms on the couch, trapping Katie between me and the cushion. “Say it again. Beg me to fuck you again.”
I watch my dick sliding in and out of her, and her face scrunched up as she fills the room with her soft moans. She’s taken over all my senses.
“Please, fuck me,” Katie moans as her fingers dig into the couch cushion so hard her knuckles are turning white.
“Good girl.” I grab her hair and pull firmly, from the roots, so I don’t hurt her. “Tell me what else you want.”
“I want you to make me come,” she says breathlessly.
“Sure, as long as you tell me you’re mine.”
Katie doesn’t even hesitate before the words slide out of her mouth. “I’m yours, Sir.”
Fuck. That’s it. I can’t wait to come, too.
“Put those hands back on your ass.”
I get up to my knees and grab Katie’s narrow waist, pushing her down into the couch cushion. Slamming into her again and again, I feel cum boiling in my balls.
Katie’s brows are knitted in ecstasy, her eyes heavy-lidded and her lips parted. She keeps her hands on her ass like I told her to, and she raises her hips up slightly to let me get deeper inside her.
She allows herself to be vulnerable before me and lets me do what I want to her. There’s nothing sexier to me. And, judging by the way her muscles are spasming around my cock right now, she’s liking this, too.
I grip her waist harder and really pound into her, to the point where every thrust forces a big exhale out of her. “Come for me, kitten. Come on my cock and cream yourself all over me.”
Katie’s body shakes underneath me, and I feel the tremors all the way inside her pussy, massaging and milking my cock.
I can’t fucking hold back anymore.
Ramming inside her one last time, I let myself go and feel my cum shooting out into the condom, my dick throbbing and pulsating.
Collapsing on top of her, I whisper, “Tell me you’re mine again.”
“I’m yours,” she says with a deep, satisfied sigh.
Katie
Why do I always say stupid things when I’m being intimate with Adam?
The thing is, I say those things in the heat of the moment and now, in the harsh light of day, all those things I said last night seem so bizarre and ridiculous.
And the problem is, Adam remembers. He absolutely does.
I said the same thing in The Succubus all those years ago, and he still brought it up when he showed up at dinner, out of the blue.
So, seeing as I just told him I was his last night, it’s probably safe to assume that he still remembers.
I gaze at his sleeping face. Without his brilliant-green eyes to steal the show, I notice how long and dark Adam’s lashes are and how thick his eyebrows are.
If he wants me to belong to him, does that mean he’s mine, as well?
Or, I wonder if the rules are different when he’s the Dom in this relationship.
Whoa.
Okay. No need to get ahead of myself. Nobody’s talking about any relationship.
This was just a . . .
Well, I can’t call it a one-night stand because he’s obviously not just going to take off just like that.
Also, we have a child together. That’s kind of a big deal.
Adam’s spent a lot of time and effort finding me and making sure he gets to see William, too. I don’t really see him just driving off into the sunset in his shiny, black sedan after all that.
Adam’s chest rises and falls with his deep, peaceful breaths. He grinds his teeth, making me wince.
Well, at least it’s not as loud as snoring, I guess. I can live with that. Not that I’m making long-term plans or anything.
Okay, obviously, it’s time to get up and start living in the real world again.
I take one last glance at Adam’s gorgeous sleeping face—oh, Adam, I envy you; you have no idea how awkward it’s going to be when you wake up—then I let out a big sigh and push myself up until I’m sitting on the couch
But just as I pull the blanket off my thighs, Adam grabs my hand. Is he awake?
“Where are you going?” he asks in a raspy, sleepy, heart-shatteringly sexy voice.