Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“Good. Then come on. You better have something to drink up there.”
He laughs and leads me across the parking lot, and I don’t care that I couldn’t so much as make it through a gallery opening without having a total meltdown. At least I’m here with him, and now he knows me, he can really see me for what I am, and he’s not pulling away.
Chapter 29
Marco
Laura’s still in my bed in the morning. I halfway expected her to be gone; instead, she’s sleeping soundly at seven when I slip into the bathroom to brush my teeth.
Flashes of the night before: Laura having a panic attack at the gallery; her story in the car; her laughter over wine; her mouth on mine in bed; our bodies, tangled and sweaty. I barely slept, and that’s just fine. I’ll be tired today, but I’m also invigorated from having her over and being with her as Marco, instead of as Jackal.
There were no games tonight. It was just two people sharing parts of themselves. I feel like we took a huge leap forward and just confirmed that everything I’ve been feeling since we met is real.
This isn’t just lust. It’s not just some sex game we’re playing. There’s real emotion between us, and I’m falling for her harder than I ever dreamed I could.
I caught a glimpse of the girl she’s hiding the night before. That story about what happened to her, it fucking killed me. It made me want to ride out and murder that Nicolas guy just for the crime of resembling her rapist. But that’s absurd, and what happened to her was a long time ago now, and it sounds like the guy got what he deserved.
And it still haunts me. I wish I could do more, but there’s a helplessness to other people’s trauma. I can’t fix it, and I can’t even make it better. All I can do is be there for her when she needs me and hope that’s enough.
“I thought I smelled coffee.” She appears in the kitchen doorway wearing one of my black t-shirts. It looks like a dress on her, and when she comes over to kiss me, it raises up slightly above her bare ass. No panties, nothing underneath. Fuck, she’s so sexy it kills me.
“Careful,” I say softly as I nibble on her lower lip. “If you keep distracting me, you won’t get any breakfast.”
“Who says I want any? And you’re the one distracted, not me.”
I cup her ass with both hands. “You can’t walk in here looking like this and think I’m going to keep my hands to myself.”
“Sounds like a personal problem to me.” She grins, takes my coffee cup from the counter, and pats my cheek as she walks away, hips swaying. She’s doing it on purpose, and I have to take a couple breaths to get myself under control.
Until I realize, fuck control, and follow her into the bedroom.
The girl’s my breakfast today. She tries to escape, but I steal the coffee away, swallow it in one hot go, then pin her down on the bed and take her until we’re both twitching, sweaty messes. She sprawls across my chest, grinning and satisfied, still wearing the shirt. I pat her ass, my cock half hard still.
“Is this what I have to look forward to when I sleep over?” She idly teases my tip. “I really like your dick, by the way. Is that weird? Should I stop touching you?”
“Only if you don’t want me to fuck you again.”
“Oh. Good.” She keeps on teasing me. “I’d like it if you fucked me.”
“That’s weirdly formal. Yes, sir, please fuck me. Actually, shit, that’s kind of hot.”
“You want me to call you sir?” She grins at me and kisses my chest. “Okay, sir, I’ll gladly suck your dick if that means you’ll make me come again.”
“I like it when you say dirty things. Say something else.”
She shimmies down me and licks my shaft. “Right now, all I can think about is you sliding your thick, hard cock between my legs. Do you have any idea what it’s like when you go nice and deep? It kills me, Marco, it feels so good. Do you like that?” She licks my tip faster, and fuck, I’m rock hard a second time this morning.
“More,” I say, groaning.
She sucks me, hollowing her lips, before pulling back. “I can barely fit you in my mouth. You’re such a big boy, Marco. You fill me to the brim and stretch me out. I’m sore after you fuck me, and you leave me wanting to ride your gorgeous dick all morning.”
“Fuck, baby,” I moan, closing my eyes. She sucks me faster until I can’t take it anymore. I hold her down and take her from behind, spanking her ass until she’s pink, fucking her rough and deep. “You messy fucking girl. You’re so fucking filthy, talking like that, getting me all hard with your dirty mouth. I love it when you take my cock, baby.”