Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
I want him so badly, that I can barely contain the moan that escapes from me. Harrison notices and smiles down at me. His eyes searing right through me.
“You want my cock inside that sweet little pussy, don’t you?”
I nod, sticking out my tongue to swipe at the bead of precum on the tip of his dick. Then, I lick up the shaft like a lollipop, twirling my tongue around the head.
“Oh my god, keep going and then I’m going to fuck that tight little cunt,” he groans out and the sound of his voice turns me on even more than I already am.
I get to work, sucking him into my mouth to where my cheeks hollow out. His hand in my hair fists tighter, moving my head in the tempo he wants me to go until he’s basically fucking my mouth, and let me tell you, I am here for it.
I continue sucking his dick as my intense desire grows and grows. I need this man, and the ache between my legs turns almost painful.
“You need my cock, don’t you?” Harrison asks me, so in tune with my body already.
I nod, and he pulls his dick from my mouth and stares at me. He moves down my body, pushing his dick at my entrance.
“I’m not going to fuck you bare, but I just need to feel you without the condom on just for a minute.” His eyes are filled with so much need, so much desire.
“I’m on the pill,” I tell him, thankful I haven’t missed a day of taking it since I turned eighteen.
His eyes study me, most likely processing what I’m saying. “Are you serious? February, I swear I’m clean.”
“I trust you,” I tell him.
He rubs the tip of his dick against my clit, dragging it through my wetness before pushing in slowly. As soon as he’s all the way in, we both sigh. He stays there, not moving, as he stares down at me.
“Feb, I…”
My heartbeat kicks up with the words I love you hanging on the tip of my tongue, hoping like hell he’s about to say the words as well.
He rocks into me, thrusting his hips, pulling his dick all the way out of me before slamming it back in. It feels incredible, and I don’t want this moment to end.
“I…” he whispers again, and I clutch his face in my hands.
“I’m falling for you too, Harrison,” I tell him and his eyes fill with happiness.
“I’m already there, February,” he says before burying himself so deep inside me. He thrusts and moves, pistoning his hips, and I wrap my legs around him, trying my best to hold on.
He picks up speed and I squeeze my eyes shut, white lights dancing across the back of my lids. My body builds and builds toward my release. Everything Harrison does to my body gets me so much closer to that orgasm.
“Harrison, oh my god,” I yell out, his size and speed hitting my body just right that I can’t get enough.
I’m so close.
So close.
I can tell he must be as well because his grip tightens on my ass as he plunges deeper inside me. He’s hammering me really good now, and my orgasm crashes over me in wave after delicious wave.
“I’m coming,” he shouts out, his eyes never leaving mine.
I love this man. I really do.
Chapter 18
Harrison
“That smile seems to be a permanent fixture on your face,” Bren says, grabbing a cup.
“That’s what happens when you’re in love,” I whisper, tossing her a wink.
She laughs, frothing the foam. “I knew it. It was obvious that first day she hid behind this counter.”
I head back to my office thinking about how she’s not wrong. From the moment I caught my little spy trying to steal my secrets, there was just something that drew me to February.
It’s been almost two weeks since I was deep inside her when she finally let me in completely, admitting she was falling for me. We’ve spent every moment together since. If she’s not waking up in my bed, I’m waking up in hers. I’ve memorized every detail of her body, and she’s explored every inch of mine. We laugh, we cook, we share stories, and we dream.
I’ve never been so happy.
She’s the missing piece of my heart that I didn’t even realize I was looking for.
Today she’s busy trying to figure out what the future of her shop holds, while I’m working on getting more musicians booked at Mug Life.
The competition for the best latte will be announced later today and I’ve never wished so hard to lose something.
Failure has always been something I couldn’t accept, but I want February to win this. Losing to her wouldn’t feel like a failure, it would feel like a success.
Her success.
Which is something I want so badly for her.