Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151410 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 757(@200wpm)___ 606(@250wpm)___ 505(@300wpm)
I sank all the way down until our pubic bones touched. My eyelids fluttered shut from the intense fullness and dull pain I felt. I didn’t want to think about his words, not now.
Nevio pulled me toward him, his lips claiming mine. His hand moved from my hip to my ass, fingers digging into my ass cheek. The kiss was unhurried, but I could feel the rising need in Nevio, and my own body called for more, even if it still hurt.
I rotated my hips, allowing Nevio’s cock to slide out halfway only to sink down fully again. Nevio brushed his thumb over my lips, his intense gaze making me shiver. He wanted—needed—more.
I moved faster as we held each other, as his lips slid over mine, and Nevio’s heart beat pounded against my chest. Slower than mine, and I wondered if the horrors of tonight had made his heart pound faster.
Soon, Nevio’s fingers dug harder into my flesh, and his hips jerked upward, driving his cock deeper into me. My core tightened as the first sparks of my orgasm lit up my body until a firework of pleasure took hold of me. I sank my teeth into Nevio’s shoulder to keep my scream in, and he let out a harsh groan. His own release was close.
Even as waves of pleasure still flooded me, my body still high on dopamine, the first dark clouds of regret and even shame overcame me. I had sworn to myself not to become Nevio’s babysitter with benefits, friend with benefits, whatever you wanted to call it, but I had allowed myself to be shoved into that mold, and I had no way of escaping it.
I needed to put a stop to this, needed to set firm boundaries. I didn’t want to lose sight of my own happiness and eventually of myself, but the path Nevio and I were on right now would ultimately lead to that result. It had to stop now.
Some crazy primal part considered spilling my come inside Aurora’s pussy, and impregnating her. Having Rory carry my child made my cock harden even more and my chest swell. Fuck it. I already had Battista and hardly knew what to do with him. I couldn’t do this to Rory, even if I wanted to lay claim to her in every way possible before I had to make a hard decision. I barreled into her even harder, desperately. Aurora’s hot breath hit my shoulder before her teeth sank into my flesh again, upping my pleasure.
She came around me with a harsh cry, her pussy squeezing my cock so tightly I saw stars and needed every ounce of my self-control not to shoot my load into her. I lifted her up, my cock sliding out and set her back down on the ground. Rory had lost every sense of our surroundings. She was lost in pleasure, like I was lost in her. I slammed my lips against hers, kissing her full of need. “Rory,” I groaned. I needed to come. Fuck, I was burning up with need ever since I’d fucked her with my knife. I couldn’t take much more. She curled her fingers around my cock and began rubbing me. I wrapped my hand around hers to increase the pressure. I pressed my lips to her ear. “I want to come inside you.”
Her lips pressed against my chest, then down my pecs. Fuck. I couldn’t take it. I needed even more. She finally dropped to her knees. I grabbed her neck and pushed her closer to my cock. Maybe a good guy would have given her time to explore, but I needed to fuck her mouth now or lose my last shred of sanity. Her lips parted around my cock, and I threw my head back with a groan as her hot mouth and tongue engulfed me. I came hard.
My chest was heaving, my cock still pulsing inside of Aurora. Then she looked up at me.
Fuck. Something was up, and it wasn’t good.
Aurora wanted to talk emotions—her expression left no doubt about it—but after last night’s nightmare and tonight’s frenzy, I couldn’t be what she needed. I pulled her up to her feet, gripped her neck, and kissed her hard. “Don’t.”
I wasn’t sure if she knew what I meant, but stubbornness tightened her face, mixing with the first traces of regret.
People often regretted having met me. Naturally, Aurora would be no different.
“I’m a detonation about to happen, Aurora,” I snarled. My grip on her neck tightened even more and she winced, but the stubbornness remained in her eyes. Fuck, she needed to stop hoping. I wished she could see into my brain just for one day to realize I wasn’t kidding.
“Fight it, fight it whatever it is. Fight it for me, for your family, for Greta, for your son,” she whispered. I wished she hadn’t uttered those words because they made me want to try, but trying would hurt people I cared about. I could sense it deep in my bones.