Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
This was just round one.
“Fuck,” I breathed. I looked over my shoulder, and he met my gaze. I had no fucking words, except… “This ain’t over. I need you in bed later.”
He slammed in, causing me to grunt and grit my teeth.
Pleasure flitted across his face, and he leaned over me. “Tell me what you need.”
You.
“Just all of it, you know.” I started panting. I couldn’t help it. “From behind, from the front, sideways. Et cetera.”
He flashed a quick, wicked smile and kissed my shoulder. “There are easier ways to kill me.”
I grinned.
How could he be so goddamn beautiful? And sexy and funny and…ouch. He shoved his cock into me, derailing my thoughts.
It wasn’t a good angle for me to stroke myself off, ’cause the counter was in the way, and maybe he knew that. Maybe that was why he did it for me, and the second he started, a wave of pleasure crashed down on me. I moaned and hung my head, and I held on for dear life as he picked up the pace. He fucked me in deep, rapid thrusts, a string of groans and curses leaving him.
“Almost,” I panted.
I tensed up, and my muscles protested. My calves were sore as shit. I wasn’t used to standing on my fucking toes. But the euphoria overwhelmed every burst of pain, and I was already gone. My moans bounced off the walls, sweat trickled down from my forehead, I felt fucking feverish, and my heart hammered in my rib cage.
“Let go, boy. I’m not stoppin’ till you’re done.”
I shuddered violently, and he tightened his grip on my cock. All I could do was meet every thrust and push back and forth between his addictive cock and his fist.
Before long, I sucked in a breath and felt everything set off inside me. Come spurted from my cock, and most sounds faded behind a rushing noise. Like I was underwater. And he didn’t stop. He fucked me brutally all through my orgasm, spurring me on with his sexy, growl-like groans and tangible hunger for me.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “Stop—stop, stop. God.” The pleasure became too much, and that flip-of-a-switch happened when everything morphed into oversensitivity. I was fucking shaking.
Had he gotten off? I needed him to be done. Fucking hell, I was dead.
But he wasn’t. The moment he’d withdrawn from me, he spun me around and picked me up with sticky hands to sit me down on the counter. I hissed at the pain in my ass but got with the program.
He all but tore off the rubber and tossed it aside before he wrapped my legs around his hips, and I pulled him in for a kiss. I cupped his face in my hands, pushing my tongue into his mouth, and I felt the jerky motions through his body as he stroked himself over me. Right over my cock.
“Coat it,” I whispered, completely out of breath. “I wanna feel every hot burst hit my cock.”
“Jesus fuck.” He broke away, screwed his eyes shut, and went faster. He pressed his face against the side of my head, but I had to look. I watched rope after rope of come splat against my cock and lower abdomen, all while I had his body heat where I wanted it, his lips against my temple, his labored breaths tickling my skin.
My mouth watered at the smell of sex between us, and I craved more of it. Sensing that he was down for the count, I took over and coaxed a breathless kiss out of him. At the same time, I brought him closer and pressed our cocks together. And our hands, so we could both feel the mess we’d made.
He shuddered and swept his tongue around mine in a lazy, seducti—actually, everything he did was seductive to me. I could give up the word. It was default. Main setting. Always seducing me.
I was so distracted by his passionate kissing that I didn’t see his next move until he was breaking the kiss and sliding two fingers into my mouth.
Hot. As. Fuck.
I sucked them clean while he watched, and then he came in for another deep kiss.
“Shower with me,” he murmured.
I nodded but wasn’t ready to break the kiss yet.
What the fuck did I know about writing letters?
This was stupid.
I scratched my head with the pen, underneath the beanie, and zipped up my parka as I reread the words I’d struggled with for half an hour in Trace’s kitchen.
Bright spot,
Thank you for not turning the other way when I needed help. Most people would. Instead, you opened up your home to me and gave me two days I’ll take with me.
I won’t mention anything about last night because, to be honest, I don’t have the words. I woke up wrapped around you and realized every minute I spend with you just makes this harder.