Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Her mouth hangs open when I press inside of her, her head angled down, her forehead resting on my pectoral as she watches my hips move, my cock sliding in and out of her.
It’s fucking bliss, utter perfection. It may not be fair to the women that came before her, but I’ve never felt anything better.
I grip one breast in my hand, holding it up before feeding it into my mouth. She likes it when I suck but likes it even more when I nip and bite at her skin.
“God,” she moans. “Love getting fucked by you.”
“You’ve got a greedy cunt,” I manage, the threat of getting fully lost in her a very real possibility.
“You know just how to take care of it,” she says just as her eyes float closed.
I press her back to the wall, placing my hands directly under her ass, and fuck into her. Over and over, I stab into her and pull back out to the head. Each glide of her down my cock is better than the one before it. If infinite stamina were a thing, I could fuck this woman nonstop. I’d starve if I had to choose between the two.
“Gonna come,” she moans, her teeth digging into my muscle.
I fuck her through her orgasm, having enough wherewithal to hold off my own until hers is over. Then I pull free and splash ropes of cum on her stomach. I watch as my cock jerks again at the sight of it sliding back down between her legs.
Chapter 29
Alani
What I wanted to do after we fucked in the shower and what I could’ve gotten away with were two very different things.
I wanted my hands all over his body. He allowed me to touch him while he was inside of me, but the second he was done, he lowered me to my feet and washed every inch of my body, no more attention paid between my legs than needed to get me clean.
It’s as if he can’t help himself when he fucks me, but the second it’s over, that switch flips back in his brain and he has to recharge that need before he’s even remotely interested again.
What surprises me the most is waking up with him beside me in the bed. It’s literally the only one in the house, but I figured after we dried off, he’d tell me to call Ayla to come get me or he’d insist I get in his truck so he could drive me home.
He hasn’t once questioned if I’m planning on turning him in. I don’t know if he’s so cocky that he thinks I won’t or if he’ll just hurt me if I try.
I wouldn’t. That man got what he deserved. Although it probably makes me sick and sadistic, I have no feelings about the man he killed that night in Austin either. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t know a damn thing about him.
I should probably struggle with that realization but I’m not going to. I just don’t care.
His breathing is even and calm. Although I have my back to him, and his thigh is barely touching the back of my legs, I know he’s asleep.
I don’t turn over to face him because the movement could make him wake up, and I don’t doubt he’ll leave then. I doubt he slept while I was drugged and unconscious, so he’d been up more than twenty-four hours before he passed out.
The soreness between my legs throbs, but not in a way that makes me regret any of it.
The chemistry between the two of us is off the charts. Sexually, he’s everything I didn’t know to want, but as good as that part is, it still leaves me wishing for more.
I got half of a smile earlier and that was it. I couldn’t even bear to look him in the eyes when he was inside of me because I was afraid I’d find disgust for me in them. Yeah, he comes. His orgasms are powerful, but enjoying sex and enjoying the person you’re having it with aren’t the same thing. With the speed in which he gets away from me, I’m left feeling like he hates me more than he likes me.
I hate that I want more from him. I hate that I’ve let some idea of us together infiltrate my head because now I can’t make it go away. He’s proven more than once that I’m very easy to walk away from, and I think the only thing that made him interfere this last time is because he needed to fuck me one last time.
With tears in my eyes, I close out the world, forcing in deep breaths and releasing them slowly. With any luck, he’ll leave a part of him inside of me. If I can’t make this man love me, then his son or daughter will.