Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
He dropped his head and kissed me on the lips. Unlike earlier, it wasn’t animalistic. This time, he barely brushed his lips against mine.
I moan-whined and lifted up for more contact. I didn’t have to worry.
He kept brushing those thick, masculine lips of his against mine, closer and deeper every time. Tantalizing me. Driving me fucking beyond the brink.
Until I wrapped my arms around his neck and dragged him down to lock my lips with his. And wrapped my legs up around his waist just for good measure. We were still naked and slick from our first encounter. He slipped easily back inside.
I gasped and came with his first thrust and he licked and kissed down my throat as I clutched him through my waves of pleasure. My legs clenched around his waist, then notched up higher, knees high around his back, my heels against his ass. Grasping him to me with every part of my body I could reach. Closer. Deeper. Dear God, anything to get him deeper inside me.
“That’s right, baby,” he whispered. “Fuck you’re so hot. I’m taking you so high. You feel me? Feel how deep I am. How I’m marking you so deep as mine. No other man ever gonna have this pussy cause it’s mine. That’s right, you feel it. You feel me. You love me there. You know I’m the only one who ever belongs here. Who’s ever gonna make you feel this. Who can ever give you this.” He thrust in deep and bottomed out, exploring the depths of my inner contours with his perfect cock.
“Yes,” was all I could cry. “Yes. Sully. Yes. Please. Oh God, please.”
He latched onto my throat and sucked.
I squealed and creamed around his cock, coming again. I’d never been so responsive. I hadn’t known I could come this many times at once. It was starting to turn into one blur except that wasn’t even true. Each peak was spectacular. Taking me higher. Better than I’d ever had before, better than I knew was possible.
How was he doing this?
How were we doing this? We’d been having sex. I mean, we’d been having a lot of sex. And it was great sex.
But it was nothing like this.
I grabbed Sully’s hair, rough, and dragged his face away from my throat. I had to see his face—his eyes, I had to look into his eyes and see if this was all in my head or if he was really here with me for this.
But fuck me—he was.
He was.
He looked at me like I hung the moon and stars. Like I was the Creator herself.
He saw me all the way down.
And I saw him back.
Neither of us looked away.
He continued pumping into me, as connected as two humans can be, and neither of us looked away.
I watched the strain on his face. He was trying to hold back the tide.
I cupped his face. Didn’t he know he didn’t have to hold anything back with me? He could have the pleasure today and again tomorrow and always forevermore.
We just found this and were never going to fucking lose it. I wouldn’t let us.
This was unusual magic in this painful, tragic fucking world.
Everyone would try to steal it, stomp it, say it wasn’t true, wasn’t real.
We couldn’t let them.
We had to fight for it.
I cupped his face in mine.
Oh, beautiful love, my heart sang, fight for this with me. Don’t leave me alone in this. We can have it all. I don’t know how, but I know it’s true. I know it deep down.
I communicated all with my eyes and I swear, for a second I swear he heard me. I saw the recognition in his eyes. He heard me and I hoped he’d be courageous enough to listen to my call to action.
I prayed he’d be courageous enough to fight for us. To fight for this once in a lifetime magic.
“Honey,” he whispered. And then he closed his eyes and came so hard his entire frame shook.
I held him through the storm, one last orgasm washing through me.
Tears sprang to my eyes as I held my man, wept in pleasure, and prayed for a future I so hoped we could have, in a moment where everything seemed possible.
15
Sully
Those motherfuckers drugged us.
I knew there was more going on than just the absinthe, but there was really no choice in not drinking it. And as the night progressed, I knew it was far more intoxicating than normal. I had drunk my fair share of the green liquor in my lifetime, and never once had it fucked with my head like it did last night.
There had to have been some sort of hallucinogenic… LSD.
Likely. Thing was, once Portia and I got in that fucking study, I just stopped caring that I might not be in complete control of my own faculties.