Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
She cries out over and over and over, like she just can’t keep the sounds in.
My heart is pounding on my rib cage, trying to escape, and my orgasm is thundering in the background, threatening like the warning swell of a tsunami.
She contracts around me, her back arching, her body pressing into me. I can’t hold back.
Flashes of white light fill my head, a guttural roar breaks out of my throat and pleasure thrusts up my spine as I explode up, up, up into her.
“Shit,” I say, pressing my forehead against hers and then rolling to her side, bringing her with me so we’re facing each other. “I…love making love with you.”
A small smile lifts the corners of her mouth and she cups my face. “I love making love with you too.”
We lie, limbs intertwined, exhausted in contented silence for what seems like the longest time.
“Thank you for inviting me here,” she says. “I…” She stops herself, but I want to hear what she’s thinking.
“What?” I ask. “You can tell me anything.”
There’s a beat before she speaks again. “I feel free when I’m with you,” she says. “Like…you like me for whoever I am. I don’t have to worry about being me. You know?”
I nod and pull her closer. “You should never worry about being you. You’re amazing.”
She sweeps her fingers down my side and I shiver at her touch. Then she slides her hand between us and wraps it around my thickening cock. She looks at me, her eyes dark, and bites down on lip. Her expression—a little bit bashful, tinged with pure lust—elicits a low grunt.
Tentatively, she starts to move her hand up my shaft. “It feels…” I jerk and twitch in her hand and she smiles, her movements growing more confident. She leans in to kiss me, her tongue pushing against mine.
I like this side of her. The side that knows what she wants and takes it.
“I don’t want to use a condom,” she says. “Are you…tested?”
I nod. “Are you…”
“I have an IUD fitted.”
I suck in a breath in an effort to calm my heartbeat that feels like hooves on concrete. I shift to my back and pull her on top of me. I slide her onto my cock as if she was made for me.
She feels like instant bliss.
She moans as I push her hips down, taking her as deep as I can go.
“You want me to come inside you?” I ask. “You’re greedy for it, aren’t you?”
“Beau,” she calls out, her limbs going limp.
I shift so she’s lying on her back and I’m standing on the floor. I need the leverage to get as deep as I can.
“I’ve got as much as you can handle. I’m going to come so much, it’s going to cover you. All down your thighs. All over your stomach.”
She convulses around me, but I don’t stop. I keep plowing into her, because I can’t get enough and I don’t know if I ever will.
“But you’re the one that will come the most, isn’t that right?” I ask. “Because you can’t get enough.” I thrust into her. Again. And again. And again.
Sweat sheets my body and gathers at my forehead. My heart rate is about to hit one ninety before it rips out of my chest.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
Vivian twists, her body going rigid. I feel her throb around me, almost milking me, and I can’t stop myself now. As much as I want her to come again before I surrender, there’s no turning back. My climax is charging toward me like an invading army.
I feel her come undone underneath me and it’s as if her orgasm engulfs me. I push into her a final time and we come apart together.
TWENTY-FIVE
Vivian
The alarm on my phone is so loud it feels like it’s actually buried under my skull.
“What the fuck is that?” Beau says from beside me.
“There’s only one number that can get through when my phone’s on silent. It’s Tommy.” I leap out of bed and pull on my jeans and shirt. I’m dressed before the third ring and swipe up to see Tommy and Felicity.
“Good morning,” I say. I glance round to see if I can see the time. The dawn has arrived, but it definitely hasn’t had its coffee yet.
“Maybe for you,” snips Felicity. “But here it’s still the middle of the night. We wanted to make sure you were well rested for what we’ve got to tell you.”
My stomach drops and I glance over at Beau, who’s headed to the bathroom.
“I presume you don’t have anything to tell us?” Felicity asks.
My brain scans to think what she’s trying to get at. “I made an apple pie?”
“Are you engaged?” Tommy asks.
I feel the gold wrapped around my finger. “Oh, engaged? No.” I hold up my hand to face the screen. “But Beau did buy me a ring.”