Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Felt so damn good.
“Conway…” My head rolled back as I let him kiss my neck. I felt the wonderful friction between my legs, the strength of his raging hard-on. His girth felt so good, so deep and thick. I ground back against him and dug my nails into his shoulders.
Why the fuck was this elevator moving so slow?
The elevator finally stopped and the doors opened.
Instead of waiting for me to walk, he lifted me into his arms and carried me into the apartment. He dropped me on the couch with a deep thud and then yanked my panties over my heels.
Before I could reach for his jeans, they were already off and pushed to his thighs.
“Conway.” I grabbed his hips and pulled him against me.
He guided the head of his cock into my entrance then shoved himself inside me.
It always hurt slightly, but the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort. I dug my nails into his ass and pulled him into me, taking in every inch until I felt his cock bump into my cervix.
He pressed my leg against the back of the couch and pinned me into the corner. His hand moved to the back of my neck, and he gripped me as he thrust inside me. His balls smacked into my ass as he moved, tapping me over and over again.
It was exactly what I wanted, to feel this strong man on top of me. My hands moved underneath his shirt and felt the rippling muscles of his physique. All the women had stared at him with lust in their eyes, but I was the woman who went home with him—every night.
His eyes locked on to mine as he folded me underneath him. He rammed me hard, hitting me good and deep. Sweat collected on his body almost instantly, and I could feel his wildly beating heart under my palm.
“Yes…like that.”
He kept up the fast pace and pressed me deeper into the fabric of his couch. I was folded and bent in different ways because he did whatever was necessary to get as close to me as possible.
He pressed his forehead to mine then kissed me—kissed me good.
That’s when my pussy tightened around his length and I came all over him. “Conway…” My hand moved into the back of his hair, and I moaned against his mouth, writhing and slipping into euphoria.
He rested his forehead against mine and gave his final thrusts, his cock thickening a little more just before release.
Now I lived for his orgasms, I lived for his come. “Give me all of it…”
He moaned against my lips just as he released. He gripped my lower back and pulled me tighter against him, getting his cock as deep inside as possible. He filled me with everything he had, mounds of come that felt warm and heavy. “Like that?”
“Yes…” My legs were wide apart to accommodate him, and my hands sank to his ass again. My nails cut into his skin because I couldn’t relax my knuckles. I loved the satisfied look in his eyes, the fact that he was pleased with the experience as well as his performance.
“You love my come?”
My fingertips felt his stubble. “Deeply.”
He rubbed his nose against mine as he kept his dick inside me. He was soft now, but within a few minutes, he would be ready to go again. “More?”
“Please.”
He growled against my mouth. “Muse…”
* * *
Once the fucking was finally finished, he retrieved two glasses of water from the kitchen.
I pulled my dress down but let my panties stay on the coffee table as I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The lights from the city glowed brightly, and it seemed like the world was at his feet. His building was slightly higher than the others, so it was easy to see the beautiful cathedrals.
He handed me a glass of water.
“Thank you.” I watched him as I drank, seeing the satisfied and tired expression in his eyes.
He drank his and stayed beside me, standing in just his black boxers.
“I like your place.”
“Thanks.”
“I haven’t seen much of it, but I like what I see.” It had an open kitchen and an enormous living room. He had a picturesque view on three sides of the building.
“The rest of the rooms are just bedrooms and my office.”
“What about the other floors?”
“One is a personal gym.”
“An entire floor?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes.”
“And the others?”
He shrugged. “I didn’t do anything to them. They’re just empty apartments now.”
“Wow…”
“I’m a very private person.”
“You don’t say,” I said with a chuckle.
He drank the rest of his glass, his throat shifting as he downed the water. When he finished, he wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm. Even regular activities were sexy on a man like him. “We should get going.”
“Why don’t we just sleep here tonight?”
He set his empty glass on the table and grabbed his shirt from the floor. “I prefer Verona.”