Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 764(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 510(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 764(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 510(@300wpm)
Her soft, sleepy sighs deepen by the time my hand caresses her thigh. “Mm… that’s nice…” She moves against me, wiggling and snuggling closer, sliding her leg over mine until my cock twitches and thickens.
It’s my heart that’s the problem when she lifts her head and her plump lips curve in a knowing grin. Her tousled curls are a halo lit by the morning sun and her emerald eyes sparkle, and fuck me, how am I supposed to live without her now? The idea steals my breath and causes my arms to tighten around her supple body.
As I roll over, Tatum goes with me, wrapping her leg around my hip and pulling me closer to the heat growing between her thighs. She trusts me completely. No more fear. No flinching at the slightest touch.
She’s come so far. I hope she doesn’t regret it when this is over.
Don’t think about that now. No, I won’t since I’m a selfish prick. Taking what I need even though I don’t deserve it.
Her soft, melodic sigh pierces my heart. “Romero.” I bury my face against her neck and breathe deep, inhaling all my lungs can hold. Like I can carry her with me this way, the floral scent of her hair, the sweetness of her skin.
There are certain things that can’t be held onto, no matter how we want to. The feel of a woman’s arms around my shoulders. The press of her lips against my neck as I part her supple thighs wider to make room for me. The sound of her gasp in my ear when my fingers delve through her folds to find them wet, swollen. Ready.
The heat that envelops me once I push inside her. I close my eyes and give myself over to it, this pleasure, this power. The connection between us.
Moving slowly, I take her in deep strokes and savor every second. Every sigh, every moan, every time she arches her back and presses her body closer to mine. Close enough that I feel her heart racing the way mine is. Her tongue darts out to sweep over my mouth, and I meet it, sinking into a long, almost lazy kiss. There’s no rush. Not now. Not when there’s so much I’ll need to remember once I’m alone again.
Forget that. I focus on the tightness of her pussy, gripping me, drawing me deeper. Like this is where I belong. “Yes…” she whispers, moving with me. “Just like that. You feel so good.”
Her whispers turn to high-pitched whimpers when I begin rolling my hips in slow circles, grinding against her clit. “How about that?” I ask, then chuckle when she moans and sinks her nails into my back.
“More… more…” Her head rolls from side to side, blonde curls fanned across the pillow.
I give her what she wants, driving myself harder, deeper, until we’re both slick with sweat and wrapped so tight in each other it’s like we’ve become one. Oh, God, don’t give me this when it has to disappear. Don’t show me everything I’ve missed. But that’s what’s happening by the time we start moving faster, and instinct takes over, forcing us to the edge.
Not yet. Not yet. I grit my teeth and fight like hell to hold on through her orgasm and the fluttering of her muscles, her hoarse cries loud enough to make my ears ring. I push myself up on my palms and look down at her–the flush covering her chest, the tits that heave with every ragged breath, the look of bliss transforming her face into something otherworldly.
If she was the only thing life ever gave me, the only shot at true happiness, I’d be satisfied.
I swear she can hear my thoughts. Her eyes open and stare deep into mine; there’s nowhere to hide. No walls I can place between us to protect myself–-or her. I’m wide open, defenseless, and it terrifies me. It also makes me want nothing but this for the rest of my life.
I’m so fucked.
Now, when the tingling begins at the base of my spine, there’s no holding back. I almost want this over with. The sooner it ends, the sooner I can start building up the walls again.
She gasps when my measured strokes turn to hard, sharp thrusts. “Yes… yes!” She’s swept away again–I don’t know if she finished coming in the first place, but now she’s tightening around me and jerking her hips to meet my thrusts. Using me the way I’m using her. Making it easier for me to put an end to all of this.
And when she screams and claws at the sheets, I pull out to spray my seed across her pussy. Marking her one last time. Mine. She’ll always be mine, no matter how many miles are between us or how much she hates me. And she has to hate me. There’s no other way this can end.