Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 557(@200wpm)___ 446(@250wpm)___ 371(@300wpm)
With a satisfied smile, he bared his teeth and slowly sank them again into her tender flesh. She twitched at the sharp, but pleasurable, pain, then he ran his tongue over each bite before standing and studying his handiwork.
She squeezed her breasts together as best as she could and stroked her thumbs over two of the red marks.
“You like that.” His pleasure was apparent in his low voice and thick words.
“I don’t dislike it,” she whispered.
He took a half-step back and in no rush, shoved his boxer briefs down his muscular, lightly-haired legs until they joined hers on the linoleum floor.
A glistening pearl of precum clung precariously to the very tip of his thick cock. His erection bobbed when he leaned closer and plucked the condom from where it was sandwiched between her palm and her breast. After tearing the latex disc free from the wrapper, he took his time rolling it down his hard length, adding a few extra strokes with his fist.
Adjusting his position once more, he pressed the head of his cock against her slick folds before hesitating. “You can say no, Nova. We can stop right here.”
“If I wanted that, I would’ve stopped you before you went to your knees.”
“Don’t think this is a case of quid pro quo. You owe me nothing.”
Damn, she’d been wrong by initially pegging him as a cocky asshole. Tonight he was proving otherwise.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and tilted her own. “I do, since you’re giving me my desire back.”
She wasn’t sure if desire was the right word, especially when his brow furrowed.
Not surprising, he opened his mouth to question her. She gave her head a small shake and pressed her fingertip to his lips. Because, for fuck’s sake, she didn’t want to explain right now how she had tucked away her sexual desires for longer than she liked. Solely for her career.
“I want you. That’s all you need to know,” she said simply and hoped he’d accept that answer.
While the wrinkles in his forehead smoothed out, the concern still remained in his eyes.
“Enough talking,” she said.
“Is that my signal to get to it?”
“No, this is…” Wrapping her hand around the back of his neck, she pulled his face closer, until they were practically nose to nose. She demanded slowly and very clearly, “Fuck me.”
His crooked smile was sexy as hell and he wasted no time shifting slightly to realign his cock. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
She certainly didn’t. She was wet enough that when he thrust forward, he was met with no resistance. A sigh slipped from her as he filled her completely, his eyes locked on hers when he stilled for a second.
He took one breath. Two. Then…
He moved.
With one hand gripping her hip tightly and the other curled around the back of her neck, his hips flexed smoothly as he drove himself like his cock was the hammer and she was the nail.
“Yes… That’s it,” she moaned, accepting and savoring every inch.
His fingers dug deeper into her neck and hip, holding her in place as he pounded her over and over, a soft grunt escaping him with each thrust.
Fletch was a man on a simple, but determined, mission. To bring them both to orgasm.
His eyes lifted and he looked beyond her. She didn’t need to turn to see what he was looking at.
The mirror behind her.
He was watching himself fuck her.
With flared nostrils and bared teeth, his pace didn’t slow once as he powered in and out of her, her body jerking with each slam of his hips.
This was what she needed. This was what she desired.
This was what she had missed.
She needed a good fuck. Needed to get her blood rushing, her juices flowing. To feel alive again but to also lose herself for a short time.
To forget everything else outside of their self-made bubble in the bathroom. Of course, the bubble wouldn’t last. It would quickly burst and real life would rush back in, but she wanted to enjoy it while it remained whole.
Except that he slowed. Was suddenly no longer so frantic or demanding.
Worse, without warning, he pulled out.
“What—” she started, worried he’d had a change of heart.
He pulled her off the vanity and to her feet. Without a word, he spun her around and she realized why.
The mirror. Smaller than the one above his bed but large enough to see themselves from their hips up.
He brushed the head of his cock back and forth through her folds and then held it in place. “Brace yourself,” he warned.
She planted her hands along the edge of the vanity and tipped her ass up, preparing herself for his next onslaught.
With a thrust forward, he once again filled her completely.
Now they could both watch him fuck her.
Seeing his larger body behind her made her pussy squeeze his cock.