Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
"Aren't you tired?"
"Of you? Not yet," I said, shooting him a smirk as my hands pushed his pants and boxers off his hips.
He was still kicking out of his shoes as I lowered myself down in front of him, looking up at him for a long moment before running my tongue up the underside of his cock before sucking him into my mouth.
There was something magnificent about him right then. This larger-than-life, powerful, beautiful man looking down at me with hunger and need in his eyes. Hunger and need that I'd put there.
I wanted to watch him, but it wasn't long before his hand was grabbing the back of my neck, making me take him deeper and harder and faster, making it impossible to see as he fucked my mouth until he was groaning and hissing out his breath.
"Enough," he growled, yanking me away, then lowering down onto the floor with me, pushing me down onto my back on his discarded shirt and jacket as he fished another condom out of his wallet and slipped it on.
His hands went out, grabbing my legs, yanking them up, and resting my ankles on his shoulder before he surged inside me.
Crossing my ankles, I felt him more intensely even as he pressed a hand on my lower stomach, increasing the pressure, making me acutely aware of each thick inch as he started to fuck me. A little slower at first, taking his time, making me writhe and moan and beg him for release.
"No," he growled, quickly slipping out of me just as I felt an orgasm start to crest, leaving me rolling onto my side and groaning at the denial of it. "Not yet," he told me, dropping down next to me, and pulling me up to straddle him. "Come here," he demanded, grabbing the back of my neck, pulling me down for a kiss even as he grabbed his cock, sliding it up and down my slick cleft, but making sure he avoided direct contact with my clit, wanting me panting and whimpering, but unable to get close to that release my body was screaming for.
"Fitz, please," I moaned, my hips wiggling, needing him inside me again, but this time with me in control.
Fitz slid his cock down, pressing against the entrance of my body, waiting until I pushed upright, and lowered myself down on him with a sigh.
"Beautiful," he said, his hand sliding up my thigh, over my hip, my ribs, then teasing over my breast as I started to ride him. Slow at first—up and down, but getting faster as my hips started to go in circles, feeling his thickness hit my walls as I leaned back slightly, bracing my hands on his bent legs to engage my G-spot.
Fitz watched me as I rode him, his eyes molten, his jaw tight with his own growing need for release that had him thrusting his hips upward into me fast even as my hips continued to circle, pushing me closer and closer to oblivion.
His free hand moved between my thighs again as my pussy tightened around him, started to work my clit with slow, lazy movements.
Maybe that should have been my sign.
But I was too far gone to think straight.
That is until I felt that first beginning spasm.
And Fitz suddenly grabbed my hips, lifting me up and off of him, once again denying my release.
The need was an acute, painful thing then, leaving my body feeling shaky and foreign to me even as Fitz got back onto his knees, and pulled me in for another kiss.
Hard, almost bruising for a moment.
And then he was grabbing me again, turning me, and pressing me down on all fours as he moved in behind me, massaging, then slapping my ass, the sound echoing around the walls and high ceilings of the entryway.
I would have enjoyed the sound, but then he was thrusting inside me, stealing away all my thoughts but the feeling of him as he started to fuck me.
Hard.
Fast.
Determined.
Like maybe, just maybe, he was going to let me come this time.
I dropped my lower back down, creating the perfect angle for him to push me right to that edge.
I was teetering there when I became aware of a sound. Footsteps. And a voice. Female. And it was calling my name as it got closer and closer.
As recognition hit, as she moved into the foyer, it was too late.
Too late to react.
Too late to stop the orgasm that slammed through my system.
I was crashing even as Perry seemed to realize what she'd just walked in on.
Her eyes were huge as Fitz slammed deep inside me, growling out my name as he came with me.
"Sorry! Sorry!" she squeaked, turning, and rushing away even as the waves pulled me under one last time before I could even pull in a breath again, let alone think straight.