Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
But it’s the possession of his cock as it sits deep inside my body.
Owning me like never before.
This is an out-of-body experience, raw and intimate.
Like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“Kiss me,” he breathes.
I turn my head and we kiss over my shoulder. Deep and different and so fucking perfect.
For a long time we kiss and I know what he’s doing. He’s letting my body adjust to his size.
But what about my heart, how does she recover from this?
Pleasure starts to build and I move a little, wanting some friction.
“That’s it.” He smiles into my mouth. “Just like that.”
He slowly pulls out and slides back in, once more. Slowly pulls out and then slides back in.
This is actually…enjoyable.
He gets rougher, deeper, and I begin to push back on him as I chase the closer connection.
Then we are hard at it, our skin slapping together. The bed is hitting the wall.
His deep moans are all around me as he completely loses control and fuck, this is too good.
He pumps me hard and I scream out as I come hard.
He holds himself deep and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he orgasms strongly inside of me.
His deep moan echoes through the apartment and I smile into the mattress, now there’s a hot sound.
He turns my head and kisses me as he holds my face in his hands.
It’s tender and loving.
Intimate, everything I ever dreamed of.
I’m totally and irrevocably, forever ruined.
7
Edward.
Doe walks out with her bag and puts it by the door and she gives me a sad smile.
“Time to say goodbye?” I ask.
“Yep.”
Her eyes search mine and if I were a better person I would say something meaningful and significant. But as I stare at her beautiful face…words fail me, so instead I take her into my arms and kiss her.
Last night was more.
Way more than I had bargained for, much more than I deserved.
My lips tenderly take hers as a million questions I’m unable to ask linger on them. She’s perfect, absolutely fucking perfect, and I’m unable to offer her a goddamn thing.
She puts her head onto my chest and I stroke her hair as I hold her in my arms.
We both stay silent, lost in our own thoughts.
“It was nice meeting you,” she whispers.
“Believe me—” I smile into her hair, “—the pleasure was all mine.”
She giggles and it drops my stomach.
“What time does your plane leave?” she asks.
I glance at my watch. “In a few hours.”
“Mine too.”
She stares up at me and I know she wants me to ask to see her on the outside.
If I could…I would.
“You should get going,” I say softly.
She nods and pulls out of my grip and instantly the absence of her warm touch is felt.
She walks around the suite and collects her things and puts them into her carry-on luggage while I stand still on the spot, willing myself to let her leave.
I discreetly take my phone out of my suit pocket and turn my data off. I hit search for wi-fi.
Alora’s Phone
Alora.
Her name is Alora.
She walks back into the room and I quickly stuff my phone into my pocket before she sees.
She comes back to stand in front of me. “Are you sure we can’t do what we came here to do?”
“My apologies…I just….” I exhale heavily, disappointed that I can’t do this for her.
Why aren’t I better with words?
“I’ll make sure you receive a credit,” I tell her.
“I don’t want to do that with anyone else,” she whispers.
I stare at her as her words hang between us.
If I were a better person I would tell her to come here again with a new partner, fulfill the list and make her friend proud.
But I can’t.
The thought of her touching someone else is not something I can bear to think about.
“Will you remember me?” she asks.
“Yes. Will you remember me?”
“Probably not.”
I smile down at her and I press my lips to her forehead as I hold her close. She closes her eyes to my touch. “I love it when you kiss my forehead.” She smiles against me.
Enough.
This is getting fucking morbid; I need to cut it short.
“You should get going.” I step back from her.
“Okay,” she whispers, her nostrils flare as she holds in her tears.
Don’t….
Before she can say another word: “Goodbye, Miss Doe.” I nod, then I turn and walk out of the suite. The door clicks closed behind me and I hesitate for a moment as I hold the door handle in my hand. I imagine her on the other side of the door.
I can feel her on the other side of the door…waiting for me to come back through it.
I close my eyes in regret.
Leaving her was harder than it should have been.
I straighten my tie and calmly walk back to my room.
It’s time to go home.
Alora.
The cab ride to the airport is long, it’s snowing now.