Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“Mike.” His name falls past my lips on a breathless warning as I feel myself reaching the point of no return.
“Don’t hold off, Hollis. Give into it, baby.”
How do I tell him I don’t want to give in to it, that I never want this to end because it would bring us one day closer to the inevitable?
Grasping my hips, he quickens my pace, sliding me harder and faster until I self-destruct.
Pleasure explodes through my body like a pack of dynamite, incinerating me down to my core.
“Good girl. Come all over it.”
Wave after wave of pure ecstasy washes over me. Right when I think I might possibly die from the pleasure, he slips his cock deep inside of me.
“Oh god!” I sob at the beautiful invasion, my body gripping his in the best way.
“Keep going,” he grits, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips. “Ride it out.”
My hands find home on his hard stomach as I shamelessly ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm. I slide up and down on his thick shaft, taking what he so freely gives me, feeling every hard line and ridge.
“Fuck, Hollis.” His low, throaty voice groans my name. “You take my cock so good, baby.” His eyes are wild with need, his sculpted chest rising and falling with each harsh breath.
It empowers me to know I can make him feel like this. To know I can give him the same pleasure he gives me. Reaching up, he cups my cheek, changing the carnality of our moment to something more. My rhythm never falters as I lean into his touch.
His thumb traces the outline of my parted lips before he slips a finger inside my mouth. “Suck it,” he rasps the order.
I obey, moaning at the salty taste that coats my tongue.
His nostrils flare at the erotic act before he withdraws his finger and settles it between my slick, wet folds, stroking the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I sob at the sensation, feeling a renewed ache building within.
“Give it to me,” he growls as his cock jerks in time with his finger. “One more time.”
I’m powerless against the onslaught of pleasure that builds inside me and crashes right into divine oblivion. Mike follows, his hips stuttering, body tensing as he spills himself inside of me.
I fall over him, completely spent. His arms envelop me, lips resting at my damp hairline as our hearts beat as one.
Once again, I’m left feeling like my world has irrevocably changed for a second time. I have no idea where to go from here, but I do know this is not something I’m willing to walk away from so easily.
My heart no longer feels like my own. I’m losing it piece-by-piece to Officer Grump.
Mike
Exhaustion presses down on me like an unforgiving weight as I navigate the familiar route home on what should have been my day off.
At least I’ll be home in time for dinner, something that has been sparse this past week.
Since taking custody of Poppy, weekends, especially Sundays, have been off-limits. But the sudden departure of two rookies this week has thrown the department into chaos, leaving me with no choice but to shoulder the extra load. The overtime hours have stretched endlessly, a constant tug-of-war between duty and my number one priority—Poppy.
Thankfully, a few new recruits are set to start on Tuesday, promising a much-needed week off. Just in time for the holidays…
I let that thought trail off as I pull up to the house to find Hollis’ car parked in what’s become her usual spot. A renewed burst of energy courses through my veins, chasing away the fatigue.
With all the overtime I’ve had to take on, I no longer pick up Poppy from the store; instead, I meet them both here. Sometimes, Poppy is already tucked into bed by the time I get home, leaving just Hollis waiting up for me with a plate of whatever she’s cooked for dinner. When that happens, I usually skip the meal and have her instead, because anytime I can get Hollis under me, I take it.
Bringing her pleasure has become one of my favorite things to do in life. More than that though, I like coming home to her just like this. To have her in my house, in my surroundings, touching my things; it just makes sense. Feels right. As if it’s how it’s meant to be.
At least until it’s time for her to return home.
The dark reminder tightens my chest, constricting my breath. It’s something I try not to think about because there’s no use dwelling on something you have no control over.
Besides, we’re months away from that, and a lot can happen by then. Hell, who knows, maybe she will decide she likes Passion Falls so much she will move here. Maybe she will even decide she likes me enough to move here…