Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
His hand goes around and finds my breast, where he gently begins to knead, rolling my nipple around between his thumb and forefinger. I whimper and arch with delight as his cock presses against my back, hard and aching. I want it so badly. I want him so badly. But I also want to enjoy every damned second of his hands on me, loving the way it makes me feel.
“I’ve been thinking about your pussy all day,” he growls, nipping my earlobe. “I’m fuckin’ starving. It’s time I get a feed.”
Oh, my word.
He spins me around and we back into the shower, the warm water cascading over our bodies and soaking us. Cohen gets down to his knees, takes my leg, and places it over his shoulder, and then he buries his face between my legs. The pleasure is immediate and intense as his tongue does incredible things. I whimper and my hands press against the cool tiled walls to stop myself from falling.
He devours me and there is no doubting that the man knows what he’s doing with his tongue. I cry out as he increases the pressure, licking with a force that I can’t fight against. I cum so hard I lose my footing, slipping down. Cohen’s hands immediately stop me, his big fingers curling into my thighs so I don’t fall. He buries his face deeper, making sure every shudder of my orgasm is dragged out.
Only then does he stand, licking his lips like a fucking deviant. Then he steps closer to me, grabs my hair and growls, “My turn.”
Oh, boy.
He pushes me down to my knees and I immediately take his cock into my mouth, my lips stretching around the hard length of it. I slide my head up and down, using my tongue to make little swirling motions under the head. A feral growl lets me know I’m doing a good job. His fingers in my hair, guiding me, makes my entire body ache for me. He lets me suck him, cupping his balls and tasting his cock, for about five minutes.
Then, he brings me to my feet and, with a raspy growl, tells me, “Turn around. I gotta fuck you.”
I turn around, pressing my ass into his cock. He slaps it, hard, and the echo of that rings out through the bathroom. I whimper and he takes my hip in one hand and places the other hand on my back to bend me over a little more. Then he plunges his cock inside of me, deep and hard, causing a burning, stretching sensation. I cry out, but my cries are quickly turned into moans of pleasure as he starts to fuck me.
His thrusts go from slow, to fast, then back to slow again.
The way he moves his hips is pure torture.
He knows how to fuck, and he’s driving me insane, keeping me on edge, bringing me to the limit and then slowing down again.
“Please,” I plead. “Cohen please.”
“All in good time,” he growls.
As he works his hips, his cock feels like it gets bigger inside of me. He won’t last much longer, but the way he’s fucking me, I won’t either. He picks up the pace for the final time, driving his cock in and out of me, skin slapping, bodies moving together so fucking perfectly. I can’t hold back my orgasm a second longer—I let it wash over me with a cry of pure ecstasy.
A moment later, Cohen joins me, his body tightening and shuddering as he finds his own release.
Then we fall silent together, both of us hanging on to each other.
When he finally releases me, my body feels incredible. Like he has taken the stresses of the night and just removed them. We wash and get out, dressing. Once we’re out of the bathroom, I sit on the edge of the bed as Cohen grabs his jacket off the floor.
“You can stay ... if you like.”
He looks to me, his eyes tired, his body heavy. “You want me to stay?”
I bite my lip, hesitating. Then, I nod. “Yeah, I want you to stay.”
He drops that jacket to the floor again, slides into bed with me, and I can tell you, nothing in the world has ever felt this fucking good.
Nothing.
I want to stay here forever.
17
NOW – COHEN
Romeo takes a seat at the large table, his suit as crisp as it was the night before, his hair as fucking shiny, too. He’s well put together, nothing like the other brother I killed. This man is poised and he’s professional. I doubted him when he approached for the first time, but after meeting his momma, I can see he’s different to the rest of Aviana’s family. That’s because he had nothing to do with them.
“Thanks for calling me over,” he tells Aviana, who is sitting beside me, her hand firmly clasped in mine.