Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124923 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 416(@300wpm)
“You feel so fucking good.” I gather her in my arms, pulling her upright onto my lap without breaking our connection. She gasps at the new angle, spreading her thighs wider to take me even deeper. “It’s never enough with you,” I tell her.
She rolls her hips, and I taker her nipple into my mouth, sucking on her. She clings to me, her elbows resting on my shoulders, her hands in my hair. Releasing her nipple, I move one hand to the top of her thigh and bring the other to the small of her back, keeping her anchored to me as she grinds into me. We’re both coated in a light layer of sweat, our foreheads pressed together, faces so close that we’re sharing the same breath. I bring my lips to hers, and she opens for me, her tongue sweeping into my mouth to dance with mine.
I’ve never had this connection with anyone. This all-consuming need to be in Valen’s presence. And when I’m inside her, all the bullshit in my head ceases to exist. I feel comfort and need and peace, but underneath that, more than anything, is the fear that I’ll lose her and never find this feeling again.
Breaking our kiss, Valen rises onto her knees to take control, her movements becoming more desperate and frantic as she rides me hard. She’s so wet that I can hear it with every shift of her hips. “Please, please, please,” she chants with her lips against my ear. Her pussy tightens around me and I know I can’t hold back any longer.
I bring a hand between us and use two fingers, rubbing her slippery clit to help her along. Her thighs tense, mouth falling open. Her movements stop, so I take over, fucking up into her. She screams out her orgasm as her pussy spasms around me, squeezing so damn tight. I come on the next thrust, my fingers biting into the soft flesh of her thighs as I empty myself inside her.
She’s trembling, both of us still shaking with aftershocks as I hold her in my arms. She tucks her face into my neck, her boneless body melting into me. I move her sweat-slicked hair to one shoulder, and she shivers at my touch, nuzzling deeper into me. I trace her spine with my fingertips as we catch our breath, content to stay like this for as long as she wants.
After a few minutes of silence, Valen shifts in my lap. I lay her back down, holding her knees apart to appreciate the view as I slide out of her. My half-hard dick twitches back to life when I see my cum pooling at her entrance before it spills out. I’ll never get used to the sight.
My head snaps up when Valen lets out a throaty laugh. Her hair is wild, cheeks flushing. “What?” I say, unable to stop myself from smiling back at her.
“Always admiring your handiwork. You’re obsessed.”
“Obsessed with you.” I tug her back onto my lap, giving her ass a hard smack before I stand, carrying her to the hall bathroom. “Now let’s go get cleaned up and then you can tell me what the hell happened.”
Holden
I suspected Valen was stalling when she insisted on staying in the shower until the water turned cold, then again when she said she was hungry. After ordering pizza and watching a movie in my room, my suspicions were confirmed. Valen’s not one to open up and show emotion, and if I push her too hard, she’ll shut down completely, and I’ll be back to square one.
Then again, she did come to me. For the first time, she sought me out for comfort. That has to mean something.
“Just ask,” she says, her voice sounding resigned, her cheek pressed to my chest, eyes fixed on the screen. I don’t know how she knew what I was thinking, but I take the in without question.
“What happened tonight?”
“You want the long version or the short version?”
“I want whatever you’re willing to give.”
Picking up on the double meaning, she lifts her head from my chest, studying me intently. After a few seconds, she seems to come to a decision and sits up, putting some distance between us. She sits crisscrossed on my bed, her long legs on display, wearing nothing but my t-shirt.
“I got into an argument with my mom at dinner. Which is nothing new.” She picks at her black nail polish. “I don’t even know why I care.”
“What about?”
She rolls her eyes, then inhales deeply. “After my parents divorced, my mom had a revolving door of boyfriends and even another husband. Some lasted longer than others, but they were always wealthy. Always assholes. And she always put up with whatever bullshit they came with because they funded her lifestyle. There was one guy, though, that was worse than the rest. He drank too much and stared too long, but it wasn’t anything that I couldn’t handle. Until one night, he came into my room when I was asleep.”