Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 124005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 124005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
“Soon.” I take her face between my palms and kiss her, then climb up on the bed with her and settle between her thighs. She tips her hips up, sighing once again as my cock slides over slick skin, but I don’t make a move to push inside, don’t give her the thing we’re both so desperate for.
I push up on one arm, hovering over her, the head of my cock resting on her lower abdomen.
She frowns. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be in me.”
“I will be soon.” I lean down to kiss her. “On your stomach for me, honey.”
Her eyes light up, and she flips over. I drop my hips, and my cock slides between her ass cheeks. Transferring my weight to one arm, I move her hair over her shoulder, exposing her back and the delicate curve of her neck. She turns her head, and I press my lips to her cheek as my weight settles on top of her.
She hums and wiggles under me, pushing her ass up as I shift my hips back. The head slides low, nudging her entrance.
Wilhelmina reaches back, her fingers pressing against the outside of my thigh. “Go bare for a minute, please, Dallas.”
We’ve had the protection conversation. She’s on the pill and has been for years. She has an alarm set on her phone and takes it at the same time every single day. Before her, it had been an incredibly long time since I’d slept with anyone. It was hard to engage in meaningless sex when the woman of my dreams was right in front of me.
I kiss her shoulder. “For a minute.” I shift forward, sheathing myself in her.
“Oh fuck, thank God,” Wilhelmina groans.
I press my face against the side of her neck, lips parting and teeth sinking gently into her skin as I work to control my desire to just thrust. Fuck. Claim. Own.
Her fingers find my hair, and she twists her head, lips seeking mine. “Please, Dallas.”
I slip a palm under her cheek and cover her mouth with mine, meeting her lust-drenched gaze. I love every side of her, but this one is my favorite. She’s always poised and in control. She’s the master of her own domain, and she’s unapologetically herself. But it’s a rare and special gift to see her give herself over, relinquishing control. “Please, what?”
“Please fuck me.”
“Such a good girl.” I pull my hips back and push in again. “Such nice manners.”
“Oh God, yes.” Her fingers curl in my hair, gripping tightly as I give her what she wants. What we both want.
But I’m bare, and as much as I’d like to finish inside her, it’s not a risk I’m willing to take. Not now. An unplanned pregnancy on top of a fake engagement isn’t something I want to put on her.
I pull out, and she groans her displeasure. I kiss her shoulder. “I’ll be back inside you soon. Just need a condom.”
I grab one from the nightstand and fold back on my knees. I can’t help myself, I slap her ass, then knead the spot before I press my cock between her cheeks and fuck the divide for a few strokes before I roll the condom down my length. I straddle her thighs as I push back in.
“Oh my God, thank you.” She moans.
I keep kneading her ass as I kiss between her shoulder blades and roll my hips, staying deep. When it’s not enough for either of us, I edge my knees between her thighs. “On all fours for me,” I command as I grip her hips and pull her up with me.
I start fucking her again, long hard strokes that wring gasps and moans from her. I run my thumb along the length of my cock as I pull out, gathering wetness as I press against her puckered hole.
She looks over her shoulder, eyes alight with anticipation. “Yes, please,” she pants.
I ease my thumb into her ass, and her head drops on a low expletive. She repositions herself, bracing her weight on one arm so she can reach between her thighs. Her fingers graze my cock as I pull out and push back in, sliding my thumb deeper into her ass. She strums her clit while I drive into her.
Sweat trickles down my spine, and I glance to the right, where the mirror above my dresser gives me a perfect view of her swaying breasts and my cock sliding in and out of her slick, tight pussy.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she chants as she spasms around me.
I slide my thumb out and grip her hip, using my free hand to wind her hair around my fist. I pull her up, her back to my chest, and twist her head so my mouth is at her ear. “Look at you.” I incline my head toward our reflection, bodies slick with sweat, her soft curves pressed against me, hair damp at the temples, cheeks flushed, nipples peaked. “Such a goddess.” I bite the edge of her jaw. “So damn beautiful when you’re coming on my cock.”