Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“If they upset you—if anything—” Shit, it was too soon to say it out loud. I shook her by the arms, just lightly, her chest still pressed to mine, her breasts so soft, nipples hard. Fuck! “Tell me to leave, and I’ll go. Tell me right now, and I’ll walk the hell away from you. Riley, I’ll get a hotel room until the month is up and let you stay here by yourself if that’s what has to happen to make you comfortable. Tell me to leave. Say it.”
She worked her lips around words. They didn’t come.
“Say it!”
“No,” she managed.
“And why is that?”
“Because I can’t breathe when you’re this close to me,” she said. “I can’t think.”
“Why?”
“Because I want you so bad. I want to believe you’re real.”
She didn’t have to explain that last part to me. I got it. I got that I wasn’t what she wanted, but I was what she needed. Deep down beneath it all. Beneath the defenses and the hurt.
Christ, I didn’t get emotionally attached to anyone either, yet I couldn’t feel anything but her heart beat right now.
Riley bowed her head.
I let go of her arms and pressed one finger under her chin, tilted it upward. “I’m real,” I said. “And I’ll make you feel real. Is that what you want?”
She twitched her head from side to side. A no.
“Is that what you need?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
My lips crashed down on hers, and she let out a feral, tight moan. “You want me to be yours, don’t you?” I grunted, against her lips. “You don’t want other women near me.”
“Yes,” she repeated, and I fucking loved it.
Riley who’d resisted, who’d insisted that this would never happen again, crumbling because she couldn’t handle the connection between us. The fucking sparks or whatever they called it in sappy romance movies.
I kissed her again, and she melted into me, clung to the lapels of my coat, tore at them.
We walked backward until her legs hit the bed. She sat down heavily, and I fell down on top of her, braced myself with my left arm to keep from crushing her sweet, tight little body.
I trailed my tongue over her lips, and she opened them for me, gave me a taste of the goodness within. Christ, she tasted right. She tasted like everything I’d ever wanted rolled into one, and I couldn’t fucking bear another minute of being outside of her.
I ripped my pants button open with one hand, using the other to tear down her cotton shorts. She was bare underneath, waxed smooth. I growled against her lips and unzipped my pants, brought my dick out and pressed it against the top of her mound.
Riley sucked on my lips, then my cheek, my neck. She whimpered and dug her fingers into my shirt, ripped at the fabric. “Please,” she whined. “Please.”
“What do you want? Name it. It’s yours.” I bit down on her neck, nibbled and licked.
“I want to suck you,” she whispered.
Holy shit in a bucket. How could I possibly say no to that?
“Suck me where?” I asked.
Riley exhaled.
I caught her mouth again, kissed her until she squirmed against me, then rose from the bed, panting. I held the base of my dick and waited for her.
Riley’s eyes were fire. They were alive. Her gaze fixed on my dick, and she scrambled onto her knees in front of me, as if this was exactly what she’d wanted all along. As if I’d denied her my cock between those succulent lips.
She spat on her palm, and I nearly creamed on the damn spot. She was so damn sexy, her tits bouncing but trapped beneath the cotton each time she moved. Her hair fell to the side, exposing her slender neck, the expanse of flesh still wet from my lips.
“Look at me,” I said.
She licked the tip of my cock, lapped up the precum there, and raised her gaze to mine.
We locked in on each other, and I focused on her pink tongue as it swirled across my head. Riley took it into her mouth and smoothed her hand over my dick, moaning, the vibrations traveling back through my abdomen.
She cupped my balls and played with them, tugging gently, teasing.
“Christ, woman, you’re going to make me lose it.”
Riley slurped and pushed me further back into her mouth, as far as she could go. I hit the back of her throat, and she hadn’t even taken half of me yet, but it was pure fucking bliss. She gagged and pulled back, spat on my cock and dove in again.
“That’s it.” I tangled my fingers in my hair and guided her, back and forth, the sucks and smacks driving me closer to oblivion. I’d come on her face, her tits, on her fucking toes. Every inch of this woman was mine, and it would stay that way.