Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 202638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1013(@200wpm)___ 811(@250wpm)___ 675(@300wpm)
Casting my eyes around the gym, I wonder what he’s got planned. My stare falls back to Jesse. He’s watching me with promising, lust filled eyes, as he reaches for his shorts and pushes them down his legs, his arousal springing free.
I gasp. I don’t know why, I’ve seen it enough times, but it still makes my breath hitch. I glide my eyes up, past his scar and to his perfect pecs. I will never tire of staring at the fine physique of the man who is stood in front of me – not ever. He’s a work of art, carefully sculptured and polished to complete perfection.
He nods behind me and I slowly pivot, but all I see is the rowing machine and his punch bag. I turn back and face him. His face is completely impassive, and he slowly nods again, indicating that what he has in mind is, indeed, behind me.
It dawns on me. He said he was going to rip me in half.
Oh good Lord!
‘Oh.’ I whisper.
He starts walking slowly towards me and the potential of his intention has me fidgeting on the spot. Taking my hand, he leads me to the rowing machine and then lowers his big, naked body so he is sitting on the seat. His erection stands up vertical from his body and the prospect of this scenario suddenly has me panting with anticipation.
I’m tugged forward to stand in front of him, and he reaches forward with his injured hand to guide my leg over the runner so I’m straddling his legs. I look down at him, my heart kicking into its maximum speed limit as I wait for his next instruction.
He reaches up and cups my breasts with his big palms and softly, slowly massages them until they ache with heaviness. I don’t miss the small wince on his face, but he doesn’t stop, and I’m not about to try and stop him myself.
‘Hmmm.’ My head rolls back and my lips part, letting out short, rapid rushes of air.
‘Ava, you fucking kill me.’ he says quietly. I pull my head down so our eyes meet. ‘I love you.’ he whispers, sliding his hands down to rest on my hips. I jerk and the corner of his mouth twitches. ‘I love how you flinch when I touch you here.’ He circles his index fingers in the sensitive hollows. I struggle to keep my legs steady. ‘I love how wet you are for me here.’ He slides his finger into me and drags the wetness out and over my lips.
I moan.
‘I love how you taste.’ He slips his finger into his mouth and pulls it out slowly while he watches me, then taking my hand again, he tugs me towards him and guides me down onto his waiting arousal.
I cry out when he impales me, the thick hardness of him completely spearing me.
He rests his forehead against mine. ‘I love how it feels to be inside you.’ He locks his hands around my lower back. ‘Wrap your legs around me.’ he demands.
I hook my legs around his waist and loop my ankles, pulling me in closer to him. His breath falters as I reach forward and place my hands on the front of his shoulders.
‘I.love.you.’ he states firmly as he begins to slide us slowly forward on the seat, the abrupt halt at the end of the runner causing me to jerk slightly on a small cry.
His eyes clench shut.
Yes, now I am beginning to see the benefits of this. His penetration is deep, but it won’t take many of these slides and hits to have me begging to let go.
When he opens his eyes, I lower my mouth to his and he accommodates my demand for mouth contact. I love his mouth. I love what he can do with his mouth. I love the words and the tones that come out of his mouth. I love the way he chews his bottom lip when deliberating something important to him.
‘I love you.’ I say against his lips.
He pulls back, his handsome face looking content. ‘I can’t tell you how happy that makes me.’ He slowly slides us back up the runner. ‘Do you need me?’
I brace myself for the jolt that I know will come and when it does, we both moan together. ‘I need you.’
‘That makes me happy too. Again?’ he asks, but he’s already on his way back down the runner.
‘Please.’ We jolt again at the end of the line. ‘Wow!’ I blurt as the ache in my stomach transforms into a slow climb to climax.
We’re travelling back up the runner, a bit faster this time.
Jolt!
‘Oh!’
‘I know,’ he whispers. ‘More?’
‘Yes!’ I plunge my tongue into his mouth desperately.
He slides us down slowly, but doesn’t let it hit the end this time. Instead, he pushes off with his feet and sends us gliding up the runner. We hit the end with such force, our bodies collide hard and I have to release his lips and bury my face in his shoulder on a choked scream.