Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I could feel her muscles contracting all around me as her second orgasm started to take hold. My body grew rigid as I struggled to hold back my own release, and it only became more difficult when she clamped down around me as her body writhed in pleasure. “Oh my God, Quinton!”
I looked down at her sprawled out on my bed in an orgasmic daze and smiled. She was good. She’d taken everything I’d given and wanted more. And I was about to give it to her. Her body was still trembling when I placed my hands on her hips, and she gasped with surprise when I abruptly flipped her onto her knees.
With her perfect ass in the air, I took hold of her long hair, giving it a gentle tug, and she cried out in pleasure when I plunged inside her once again. Damn. I couldn’t imagine a better feeling. Unable to control myself, I slowly drew back and slammed into her again and kept at it as I took her harder and deeper. She was so damn hot, so tight, and her body felt like she was made just for me.
“Fuckkk!” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release. I continued to take her hard in a feverish rhythm until she twisted the sheets that were now fisted in her hands and let out a tortured groan. Her body clamped down around me like a vice, and just like that I was done.
I drove into her once more, then finally came deep inside of her. Still fighting to catch my breath, I kept my hands planted on her hips, holding her in place as our heartbeats began to slow.
After several moments, I withdrew, then tossed my condom into the trash. As I collapsed beside her, I sighed, “Holy hell, woman.”
“I couldn’t have said it better.” Her breath was still ragged as she whispered, “I gotta say... I had no idea it could be like that.”
“So, you’re good?”
I thought about the hair pulling and ass grabbing and was concerned I had gone too far, but the second those gorgeous eyes met mine, I knew I hadn’t. “Yeah, I’m more than good. I’m amazing... That was incredible.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I eased up and hovered over her as I said, “In fact, I think we should have another go.”
“Already?”
“No time like the present.”
JULES
Quinton watched as I reached down and grabbed my shirt and undergarments from the floor. After two rounds of sex, I had no doubt that he had seen every inch of my body, but I still felt the need to hold the fabric against my chest, hoping it would be enough to cover my body as I darted for the bathroom. I hadn’t gotten far when he growled, “What the hell is that?”
“What?” Startled, I whipped around, and the second I saw his face, I knew he’d seen my scars. “Who did that to you?”
“It’s nothing, Quinton.”
“It’s not nothing!” He got up from the bed and charged over to me, wrapping me tightly in his arms. The anguish in his voice broke my heart as he asked, “How in the hell did I miss it?”
“We were both a little distracted.”
“It’s no excuse.” He looked down at me with a horrified expression. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know.” I knew they looked horrible. It was why I’d worked so hard to hide them. “I guess I was embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed? You’ve got no reason to be embarrassed, baby.”
It pained me to see the way he was looking at me, especially after the incredible sex we’d just had. I didn’t want to tarnish the moment, so I asked, “Can we please not talk about this right now?”
“Jules.”
“Please,” I begged. “I’ll tell you all about it. Just not right now.”
“Okay, but I’m not going to let this go.”
“I didn’t expect you to.”
I held his gaze for a moment, then turned and slipped into the bathroom. When I saw that there was a shower, I placed my clothes on the counter and turned on the water. I’d barely stepped under the water when I felt Quinton get in behind me.
He didn’t say a word.
Instead, he put some shower gel on a sponge, then ran it carefully down my arm. Without ever saying a word, he washed my chest, my neck, and every inch of my body, paying careful attention to my back. After every brush of the sponge, he’d let the water wash away the soap, and then repeat the process all over again.
It was the sweetest, most sensual, erotic thing anyone had ever done for me. When he was done, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. His hands slowly reached up to the sides of my face as I opened my mouth to him. The kiss became demanding, sending an involuntary shudder down my spine. This man had consumed my thoughts, my dreams, my very existence, and now, in this moment, he was consuming my heart.