Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
And then she takes a deep breath and takes me straight down her fucking throat, and it takes all the restraint I have not to blow my load.
She stays like that for several seconds, damn near choking on my cock before she releases it so she can take a breath. Without waiting long, she takes me back down her throat, this time slowly moving up and down.
Her saliva creates the best friction, and despite not wanting this to end, it won’t be long until I’m coming. Her mouth feels like heaven personified, and I refuse to think about all the guys she’s had those plump lips wrapped around to perfect her technique. But one thing’s for sure: my cock is going to be the last cock she ever has those lips wrapped around, if I have any say in the matter.
After I come down her throat and she swallows it like a pro, she sits back and smiles, admiring her red lipstick all over my cock.
“Best work of art I’ve seen in a while.”
She winks playfully, and I sit up, grab her, and flip her onto her back, then kiss her hard for several seconds before I go about removing her clothes.
“Are you comfortable?” I ask, glancing down at her naked body. “Because I meant what I said. I’m going to explore every inch of you, and it’s going to take a while.”
A slow smile spreads across her face. “Explore away,” she says. “My body is yours to do with as you please.”
chapter twenty
ANASTASIA
“As much as I love the multiple orgasms and room service, I feel like we’ve barely seen Maui,” I say as we step outside, and the bright sun hits me hard, forcing me to momentarily close my eyes.
Julian and I have been holed up in our room all day—even going as far as to cancel our lunch plans with my dad and Selene—only coming out because Julian is the best man in the wedding and has to attend the rehearsal and dinner.
“We had a couples massage scheduled,” he admits, “but I chose to just massage you myself.”
He waggles his brows, and I laugh at his playfulness.
“It’s actually been rescheduled for Sunday. And I have an entire day planned, so don’t worry. After this ridiculous wedding is done, we’ll see plenty of the island before we leave.”
He envelops my hand in his and kisses my temple, then guides us toward where the rehearsal is taking place.
“Why are you so against Ryder getting married?” I ask. “Or are you against marriage in general?” I vaguely recall him mentioning something about not wanting to get married when we first met.
“I’m not anti-marriage,” he says as we walk down the sidewalk. “My mom and Frank have been happily married for over twenty-five years. They give me shit all the time because I haven’t settled down, but the truth is, I always thought I’d be married with kids by now. I just got so wrapped up in work, and the women I met weren’t exactly wife material.”
“Which is why you went in search of me.” I bat my lashes flirtatiously, and he chuckles.
“Actually,” he says with a smirk, “I was in search of a woman who could play the part of the submissive, doting wife, but I got you instead.” He stops and peers down at me, his smirk now replaced with a look of seriousness. “I never planned for you, Red, but I’m so damn glad I got you.”
His admission causes a lump of emotion to clog my throat, making it hard for me to breathe. I wasn’t expecting him either, but now, I can’t imagine not having him in my life. And that scares the hell out of me because no matter how sizzling the chemistry is between us, how life-altering the sex is, or the way he’s recently proven that he makes me laugh and smile, we can never be anything more, and I need to remember that.
He might’ve mentioned wanting more, but that’s only because he’s thinking with his dick. Men like Julian don’t want women like me long-term, no matter what they say. He said it himself—he was looking for a submissive wife, not one who would give him a run for his money. And it might be fun now, but eventually, he’ll get sick of the games.
“There you are!” Ryder comes over and pats Julian on the shoulder, providing a welcome interruption in our conversation.
“Shouldn’t you be at the rehearsal?” Julian says with a laugh.
“Forgot my tie,” he says with an eye roll. “Nora sent me back to grab it. Can’t have me looking like she picked me up off the streets.” His phone pings, and he checks it, then groans. “Better get back there. See you in a few.”
He takes off running down the sidewalk, and I give Julian a look that says, What the fuck?