Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“The door’s unlocked, Delia,” is the immediate response I get from the small speaker attached to the doorbell.
It’s Donovan’s voice but it’s different. It’s laced with something that I don’t think I’ve heard before.
I wrap my hand around the silver handle on the door and twist it, slowly pushing the door open as I do.
“Holy hell,” I whisper when I catch sight of what’s waiting for me inside.
“Close the door,” Donovan says through clenched teeth.
His jaw is tense. His entire body is exposed and his beautiful cock is hard and already sheathed in a condom.
All I can do is stare.
“I’m warning you.” His voice comes out even deeper than it was a moment ago. “I’m on fire for you, Delia. I may not last long the first time, but...”
“The first time you fuck me tonight?” I interrupt, anticipation coursing through me like a drug in my veins. “You’ll do it more than once.”
His head falls back in hearty laughter. “How can I take you only once? Look at you.”
I glance down at my dress, the skirt still covered in cat hair. I slipped my feet into heels that I wouldn’t normally wear when I race around Manhattan, and I didn’t bother brushing my hair before I jumped into the rideshare.
“Am I a mess?” I pout my bottom lip out playfully.
“You’re a dream.” He stalks toward me.
I inch back toward the door as he approaches. It’s not out of fear, but excitement. I’m scared that my knees are about to give out and I need something to lean on to keep my upright.
As soon as he’s close enough, his mouth is on mine. The kiss is demanding and when we part, he groans so loudly that my core clenches.
His hand drops to the skirt of my dress. He clumsily tugs at it, bunching it up as his fingers seek their destination.
“Lace,” he growls when he reaches my panties. “I bet they’re pretty, too.”
“Very,” I whisper.
He pushes them aside, his thick fingers staying true to their course. With his eyes locked on mine, he enters me swiftly. “You’re dripping wet.”
It’s true, so I can’t deny it. I can only confirm it with a nod of my head and two short words. “For you.”
He takes me by the waist, spinning me so quickly that I lose my balance but he keeps me upright, his hands holding me in place until I find my footing.
He guides me backward with small steps. “You’ll come as soon as I’m inside of you.”
I want to protest; argue that he’s wrong and I have more self-control than that, but it would be a lie. I’m already on the edge. Walking into his home to see him aching for me in such a profound way has me near an orgasm already.
My legs and ass bump into something. I glance down and back to see the arm of a white linen sofa.
“Bend over it, now.”
I hurry to do just that. Now, I’m the one tugging on the skirt of my dress to get it out of the way.
He swats my hand away as he presses softly on my back. “Bend over.”
I do, parting my legs enough to give him the access we both want.
My skirt is up, my panties are pushed aside again and he’s sliding into me all within the time it takes my heart to skip a beat.
I cry out. It’s drowned out by the feral sound that escapes him as he pumps into me from behind.
I’m lost to it all, and just as he predicted, I climax as my hands fist the fabric of the couch and he pounds his cock into me with punishing thrusts, each deeper than the one before.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Donovan
I shove a hand through my hair as I watch her sleep.
I needed to fuck her three separate times before the fire inside of me turned to embers. It was short-lived because before she finally fell asleep in my arms after I ate her pussy to one last orgasm. I was tempted to demand she wrap her lips around my dick, but I wore her out.
She was satiated as she snuggled her head into the pillow and her eyes drifted closed.
She belongs here with me.
I’ve felt it since we were together on the cruise, but now that she’s in my home it’s obvious. Whatever this is, it reaches far beyond fucking for me.
I’m starting to fall in love with her, or maybe I’m just falling faster now. I labeled my fascination with her social media postings as nothing but a harmless infatuation, but I think it was the foundation for what I’ve been experiencing ever since I saw her on the cruise.
“Is it morning?” she asks with her eyes still closed.
“Soon,” I tell her from where I’m standing at the foot of the bed. “It’s just after five.”