Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
The battle for his own control was quickly being lost, but he needed her to come first. That meant a new line of attack.
Curling his fingers inside her, he stroked her G-spot while sucking her clit hard.
“Owen! Ooooo… Oh God!” she wailed, slamming a hand against the mattress. “Oh God! Decker! I’m going to come. Make me come!”
Which was it?
His answer came a second later when her hips shot off the bed and she smashed her pussy into his face.
A broken nose would be worth it.
When she collapsed back onto the bed, he sat back on his heels and studied her sprawled out on the mattress, her chest pumping, her eyes closed, her breathing ragged.
Hell yeah.
But he wasn’t done with her. Not yet.
“Get up to the top of the bed,” he ordered.
Her eyes popped open and she pushed up onto her elbows, her eyes still a little unfocused. He quickly snapped her out of her daze when he repeated, “To the top of the bed, Sloane. Now.”
Using her heels and elbows, she scurried backward up the mattress and settled in at the head of it. “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“Yeah, baby, I’m going to fuck you now.”
She smiled. “Good.”
He matched her smile.
He normally didn’t keep condoms in the bedroom because of Val. And also because of her, he didn’t need them in his room since he didn’t bring home strangers.
When he had sex, he did it elsewhere.
But before he crashed earlier, he had gone into the bathroom closet to grab his supply from the top shelf. He had thrown two on top of the nightstand and tucked a few more into the nightstand drawer.
Just in case.
While in the closet, he found her birth control also on the top shelf and took note that she took them religiously. However… that still didn’t mean he’d go ungloved. He never had, never would, unless certain steps were taken prior. And to go bareback meant he needed loyalty.
That wasn’t what he and Sloane had at this point. And doubted they ever would. They were only in this situation because of wanting to do right for their respective families.
Sex was only an added perk.
Though, admittedly, a great one with how Sloane seemed open about sex and was super responsive.
Tagging a condom from the nightstand, he tore it open and rolled it down his pulsing length. When he looked up, Sloane was focused on his hands.
She liked to watch? Well, then… With excruciating slowness, he stroked himself a few times before getting on the bed. “Two more.”
Her eyebrows knitted together. “Two more what?”
“I’m determined to make you come at least twice more. This round, anyway.”
The corners of her lips pulled up. “I’m okay with that.”
“Good to hear.”
“But now that you have my expectations raised, don’t let me down.”
A laugh burst from him and he shook his head. “Thanks for the pressure.” He walked on his knees across the mattress and knelt between her spread legs. “I seriously could eat you again,” he murmured, licking his lips while staring at her plump and glistening pussy, “you taste that fucking good. If I wasn’t so goddamn tired…”
Sleep still pulled at him so he might not be able to do everything he said he would. Also said much more confidently than he should’ve. But it would at least be a start. He swore to himself that everything he spouted earlier like a cocky motherfucker, would happen, even if not this time.
Now that he was embracing the fact that they’d continue to have sex going forward, and they both agreed not to let it fuck up their arrangement, he had a lot of plans for this woman. Plans she didn’t even know about yet.
But she would.
And he couldn’t wait to tick everything off his long, long list.
But right now, he needed to fuck her good, fall asleep and recharge his batteries for later. Because he decided at that very fucking second, she would no longer be sleeping alone in his bed.
He would join her after Val went to sleep, be gone before his Valee Girl woke up, so not to confuse the four-year-old who occasionally brought up the fact she didn’t have a mom.
And the fact her “dad” wasn’t really her dad. As much as he wished he was.
But now was not the time to think about that.
Right now he only needed to concentrate on one thing.
The beautiful woman wearing nothing but a smile.
Chapter Twenty
Sloane pushed her tits together, her thumbs circling her own nipples while her eyes tracked his every move. Even though the only move he was making at the moment was stroking his latex-covered cock while he gave himself a pep talk about not blowing his fucking load the second he slid inside her.
You can do it. Just breathe through it. You talked all that fucking smack, dumbass, and now…