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)
“One more, Sweet Valentine.” I roll her boneless body onto her stomach, and even though she’s exhausted, she pushes her ass into the air in offering, her left cheek pressed against the sheets. My dick twitches at the sight. I smooth my palm down her spine before covering her back with my front, bringing my lips to her ear. “Are you sure you can take it?” I brush her hair away from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. She blinks up at me, her eyes full of lust.
“I want it.”
She traps her bottom lip between her teeth in an uncharacteristically shy gesture, and I drag my thumb down her chin until she releases it. “Tell me.”
“I want you inside me.” She presses her ass back into me to illustrate her point.
I sit back on my knees, then angle her hips upward with her chest pressed to the mattress. I give her ass a smack, causing her to jerk forward in surprise.
“Hold yourself open for me.” Reaching back with both hands, she spreads herself open, her pussy and ass on full display.
“Fuck.” I stroke myself, almost coming from the sight alone. I lean in for a taste, eating her pussy before showing attention to her other hole, making sure she’s nice and wet. Unable to wait any longer, I guide myself to her entrance and slide into her until her ass is flush with my stomach.
Valen groans, still holding herself open. I gather both of her wrists in one hand, holding them at the small of her back as I start to fuck her hard and fast. I won’t last long. It’s a miracle I haven’t come as it is. I release her hands and they fall limply at her sides. I spit on my fingers before sliding my hand between us, curling my middle finger into her back entrance as I pump into her.
“God, yes,” Valen breathes.
I add my index finger and she freezes as I work two fingers into her, stretching her slowly.
“Play with your clit,” I instruct. She complies instantly, rubbing herself with her fingers. “You’re so perfect.” Once my fingers can slide in and out with ease, I start to move again.
“It’s so much,” she mumbles into the sheets. “I’m so full.”
That’s all it takes. My orgasm hits before I know it’s coming and I jerk, spilling inside as she reaches her third climax, fluttering around me. I roll her onto her back, sitting back to see my cum spill out of her. I position myself back at her entrance and scoop it up with my tip before pushing my half-hard dick inside her.
“There is no way I can go again,” she says, looking up at me, mildly alarmed. I crawl up her body, pressing open-mouth kisses to her stomach, to the swell of her breasts, then finally each nipple on my way up, and she shivers, contracting around me. I plant one hand on the mattress next to her head, then use my other hand to push her hair off her forehead.
“I just want to stay inside you for a little while.” I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me, or why I would confess such a thing out loud. Valen’s eyebrows knit together, looking up at me with something I can’t place. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent, feeling her heart pound against mine. Her fingertips trace my spine, sending goosebumps across my skin.
Not too long ago, she was practically allergic to affection, and now I’m inside her, and she’s touching me because she wants to. I don’t know if she’s aware she’s doing it. This thing between us isn’t supposed to mean anything, but with Valen, it always feels like more. And now she’s a target because of me and my impulsive bullshit.
The thought is a cold dose of reality, reminding me why I’m here. Valen must sense the shift in my demeanor. Her touch disappears, her legs falling limply to the side, releasing me. I pull back, meeting her gaze. “I have to tell you something.”
Valen
“I have to tell you something.”
Holden’s words set me on edge, but I school my expression, reverting back to my carefully constructed blank mask that gives nothing away. He rolls off me, sitting on the edge of my bed. His elbows rest on his knees, head bowed, his dark hair hanging in front of his eyes, damp with sweat. I scoot back toward my headboard, bringing my blanket with me, ignoring the soreness between my legs.
“Don’t tell me you cheated on me,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
His head swivels around to look at me. “What? No. Wait, are you saying you want to be exclusive?”
“I was joking!” My cheeks burn and I stand on shaky legs, dropping my blanket. His eyes shamelessly wander over my naked body. “Can whatever it is wait five minutes? I could really use a shower.” And a minute to collect myself in private. Sex with Holden tonight felt more intense than before. More intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. I need to remind myself that it’s just sex. It can’t go anywhere, for so many reasons, and I need to remember that.