Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“That feel good?” I ask, reinforcing that it’s me inside her and not one of those fuckers from years ago.
“Yes,” she breathes, “so good.” She’s now completely relaxed, confirming my suspicions. When those fuckers raped her, she had no control, but when she’s on top like this, it makes her feel like she has all the power—and I’m completely okay with that.
“When you’re ready, I want you to move,” I tell her, squeezing the curves of her hips gently. “Find what feels good.”
She visibly swallows, and then a few seconds later, she starts to move. While I let her do her thing, I focus my attention on her rosy nipples, leaning forward and licking them. When my lips wrap around the hardened peak and I bite down, her walls tighten, telling me she’s close—which is good, since I haven’t had sex since I was with her, meaning I won’t be able to last much longer.
“I...I can’t,” she whines, her hips rolling and grinding. She’s new to this, and she knows what feels good, but it’s not always easy to get there, especially like this.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, taking over from the bottom and searching for her sweet spot. I know I’ve found it when she moans and begs me not to stop. I keep going, hitting the spot until she’s screaming out my name, her walls choking my cock like a vice and sending me over the edge right along with her.
It’s when we’ve both caught our breaths and she attempts to climb off me—the mixture of our cum sliding out of her and down my dick and balls—that it hits me what we just did, and what’s worse, it only took mere hours of her staying with me for it to happen.
“I’m gonna go clean up,” she says, sounding off.
Before I can say anything, though, she’s padding across the marble floor and disappearing down the hall to her room, the sound of the door slamming closed echoing behind her.
I should go after her to make sure she’s okay, but I’m frozen in place, wondering not for the first time what the fuck I’m doing.
I ate her.
Fucked her.
Gave her three goddamned orgasms.
It was good. No, fuck that...It was amazing. Just as I remembered it being with her. Better this time because I could see her.
It wasn’t enough. I already want her again. I’m addicted.
And that sucks because it can’t happen again.
Because she’s off-limits.
Fuck.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ELLIE
One minute, I was devouring the Mexican food Lincoln brought home, and the next, I was being devoured by him. I don’t even know how it happened, but I guess the how doesn’t really matter. It happened, and it was even more amazing than the night we spent together at Elite. Not only could I feel him, taste him, and smell him, but I could watch as he kissed and consumed and devoured me like he was starved, and I was the only thing that could satiate his hunger.
This entire day has gone completely off course in the best way possible. When I woke up, I thought I’d spend the morning dancing, then go to my appointment where I’d get to see my baby, and then have dinner with Sienna and her family.
But instead, Lincoln not only showed up and made it clear he wants to be part of our baby’s life, but he went with me to my doctor’s appointment and then took me to lunch for my birthday, complete with a birthday cake. After spending the afternoon lounging by the pool and relaxing, I ended my birthday with a taste of Lincoln—and yummy quesadillas.
But, of course, you can’t have the good without the bad, right? It has to balance itself out, which is why I’m sitting in the living room alone, staring at the television. After Lincoln and I came down from our orgasms, we cleaned up and ate at the island. He at least didn’t make it too awkward, instead talking about the appointment, when the next one is, if I’ve checked my blood pressure...But he ate quickly and then used the excuse that he has work to do before hightailing it out of there and closing himself off in his office for the rest of the evening.
I should probably call it a night, but I’m afraid if I go to sleep, I’ll wake up and it’ll be like nothing ever happened. So, instead, I’m sitting on the couch, watching mindless television and hoping Lincoln will come out and give me some kind of sign as to what the hell this means. At least then I’ll know where to go from here.
The night we hooked up at Elite, I assumed after we had sex, Lincoln would be done, but instead, he took me in his arms and held me. We connected. And I guess I was hoping that would happen again. But with him closing himself off, it’s left me questioning everything: Was it a mistake? Does he regret what happened? Is this normal after sex, for people to go their separate ways? Am I overthinking this?