Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
The kiss went from excited to wild as he bit my bottom lip, then sucked my tongue into his mouth. He cursed as he tore his mouth from mine and stared down at me. He said nothing, and we stood there like that for several moments before he stepped back and jerked his leather jacket off, tossing it to the floor, then slipping his boots off and stripping his jeans down. Never once breaking our eye contact.
“Get on my bed,” he said.
I backed up and sat down on the end of it, then slid back.
“All the way. Lie down. I want to see you on my sheets, naked. I’ve jerked off, thinking about it enough. I need to see the real thing. Because not one of my fucking fantasies measured up to the reality.” His eyes dropped to my breasts. “Those tits. Jesus, Brielle.”
The gleam of appreciation and want in his eyes made any worries I had about my body evaporate. He liked what he saw. He didn’t seem to notice my flaws. I scooted back, then lay back slowly on the cool sheets.
Dean didn’t move at first, and my gaze slid down his body. Past his flat, toned stomach to the part of him that never seemed to grow tired. I was thankful for that.
“I swear I’ll feed you next,” he said.
“I’m not hungry,” I told him. At least, not for food.
“You need your energy. This is going to be a long night,” he replied.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from saying more. I didn’t want this night to end. In the morning, things would look different. Dean would see things differently. Tonight, he wanted me, but I knew I wasn’t enough to satisfy him for long. I had chosen to do this. To give in and do what I wanted, not what was good for me.
“Bend your knees,” he said, sliding his hand up my leg from my ankle and stopping mid-thigh as I did what he had told me.
When he lowered his head between my legs, I didn’t have time to respond before his tongue flicked my clit, then began running along the tender flesh.
My hands found his hair, and I threaded my fingers through his short locks. “Dean,” I moaned, and he slipped a finger inside me while still pleasuring me with his mouth.
His other hand slid up my stomach until it covered my breast, and he began pinching my nipple and rolling it between his fingers. My hands moved to the sheets as I fisted them while squirming. I didn’t want to come yet, but somehow, he was bringing me to it again. Three times in one night. He was going to beat my vibrator’s record after this.
Just as the bubble burst inside me and I cried out my release, Dean was over me and slamming inside of me. Once again bare. Nothing between us. I knew he had condoms here, but I didn’t care. I wanted the contact. He’d said he was clean, and I had an IUD.
His arms flexed as he held himself up, and he stared down at me, licking my juices from his lips as he did so. He began moving slower this time, and I lifted my hips to meet his thrusts. Our gazes stayed locked, and something deep inside me clenched. Acknowledging it would mean opening myself up to a world of pain. I wasn’t a young girl anymore. I had a child, a job, a life that I had made for myself.
Dean wasn’t asking to be a part of that, and he’d never fit into it anyway. This was a night of debauchery. I couldn’t feel something more than lust and desire.
“I’ll wear a condom next time,” he said in a tight voice.
I touched his arm, wrapping my fingers around it. “I have an IUD.”
His eyes flared, and he growled as he began moving faster. His thrusts became harder.
“Lift your knees,” he said, leaning down over me as his chest brushed mine. “I’m gonna mark this pussy. Unload inside of you and then fuck you some more,” he said near my ear, and I whimpered at the thought. “That’s it. Take my cock,” he said as his body slapped against mine.
The smell of sex filled the room. Sweat, arousal, and always leather.
twenty-five
dean
I drank my coffee while standing in the doorway to my bedroom. Brielle was sleeping soundly, curled up near the center of the bed. Her hair was spread out over my pillow and hers. I’d gone to sleep, holding her against me as if I were afraid she would leave. There was no way she could have walked away after all the sex we had. My legs even felt weak this morning.
I had wanted her, and I’d had her … eight times last night. That should be enough. We’d fucked all over this damn penthouse. I should be ready to give her a cup of coffee and send her back to her apartment. It was what we both needed me to do. It was what Cam needed me to do.