Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
He moved quicker than usual but not at a speed I couldn’t handle. His thrusts weren’t violent like they’d been before. He carefully tapped his balls on the bed as he kept going, keeping a fluid pace that was easy for me to enjoy.
He leaned over me and looked into my face, dominating me like a country he’d just seized. He kept me pinned beneath him, like he owned me in every way he could. His breathing escalated, and he ground his hips into my ass, forcing my clit to rub against the sheets underneath me.
It was a position we’d never tried before, but I enjoyed it just the way I did with missionary. I gripped the sheets in front of me and felt his thick dick pierce me over and over again.
“Come, Cherry. Before I fuck this pretty little asshole instead.” His deep voice reminded me how sexy he was, that he was a strong and muscular man deep inside me even though I couldn’t see him. His dick throbbed like he didn’t want to wait a second longer, and I was the only reason he couldn’t enjoy himself.
His voice made me tighten. His dick made me clench. The feeling of his hips against my ass made me come apart. Thoughts of dinner were long gone as I gripped the sheets and came around his cock, closing my eyes and screaming into the darkness.
The instant he felt my release, he let go. He thrust violently as he finished, injecting my pussy with mounds of his come. He growled under his breath, dumping pile upon pile of his seed into my tiny slit. “Yes…” He held himself still, savoring the euphoric sensation between his legs.
Now I came every night before bed, and every orgasm was just as good as the previous one. Slate pleased himself, but he pleased me at the same time. I didn’t have a place to live and my life was in ruins, but since I had this man between my legs every night, it didn’t feel so bad.
He pulled out of me slowly to make sure he’d left all of his arousal behind. His lips found my shoulder, and he gave me a hard kiss before he rolled over to his side of the bed.
I stayed in my position as I felt his heavy come inside me. The memory of the orgasm was still sparkling in my skull, and I enjoyed the lingering effects as I caught my breath, my pussy so satisfied from such an animalistic position.
He slapped his palm against my ass. “Go to bed, Cherry.” He lay on his back with his face focused on the ceiling.
I was tired a minute ago, but now that I was satisfied and stuffed with his come, I didn’t want to go anywhere. I wanted to stay right there and feel his massive body on top of me. “Could we do that again?”
After a long pause, he turned his head toward me, the arousal already replacing the satisfaction in his eyes. “You like it like that, Cherry?”
“Yes.”
He moved onto his arms again before placing kisses against the back of my neck and all the way down my spine. “Then I’ll give it to you as many times as you want.”
5
Slate
Days passed, and I shared my space with Monroe. She was there every day when I came home from work, and she was there before I left in the morning. The solitude I used to have in this penthouse was nonexistent, filled with her laughs, moans, and sometimes snores.
I picked up more clothes for her because she had limited supplies, and before long, she had her own section in my closet.
I stood in front of it as I examined my suits, seeing the dresses, skirts, and boots that filled her small space. Everything was in fall colors because of the time of year. My closet used to smell like fresh linen and cologne, but now it smelled like Monroe’s perfume.
This was the last thing I ever wanted—to live with a woman.
But now I did.
She wasn’t my girlfriend so it wasn’t my responsibility to take care of her, but leaving her to fend for herself in this harsh world wasn’t an option. She was far too innocent to handle cruelty. It didn’t seem like she had many friends either. And she certainly didn’t have any family.
I was all she had.
But living together for months wasn’t a solution I could accept. It would make her get attached to me, make her want more from me. She already made demands in the bedroom instead of fulfilling her obligation, so it was obvious she had more power than she should.
I couldn’t let myself fall into a black hole. Once I was inside, I would never be able to climb back out.
She stepped into the bedroom behind me, dressed in leggings and a workout bra. “Your gym is nice.”