Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I swallow thickly and decide to just take the plunge.
“I love you,” I confess.
His eyes snap to mine and soften, the flecks of gold in them shimmering brightly.
“You do?” he asks and cups my cheek with his large hand.
I nod and bite my lip. The air is thick and warm and not just from the steam of the shower. I shift my weight on my feet because he’s just looking down at me in amazement as if loving him is asking too much of me.
I lift up on my toes and kiss his mouth. He pulls me tight against his chest and holds me steady for several long moments. “I love you, Emmalyn,” I hear in my ear.
I don’t bother to wipe away the tears that have begun to fall down my face. I always thought my life would be spent living in brutality until Bobby finally killed me. When Diego helped me get away, I assumed I’d be a different kind of miserable spent alone. I never for once thought I’d find love in the form of a muscled, tattooed biker.
The moment is sweet and tender, but I have the urge to claim him entirely as mine. I look into his eyes and reach between us wrapping my hand around his jutting erection. I peck his lips and slowly sink to the built in bench along the back wall of the shower.
Keeping eye contact with him, I pump his cock a few times in my fist.
“What are you doing?” The rasp of his voice betrays his anticipation.
I grin widely.
“You don’t have to do that.” He swallows thickly.
“Do you like blowjobs?” He grins slightly and nods his head marginally.
“If I’m not sucking your dick, Diego, then who is?” I look up at him.
“No one,” he says slightly aghast as if I’m accusing him of something.
“Then I guess I get the pleasure.” I lean in and let my tongue slide up the length of him.
He grunts and flexes, his cock bouncing teasingly in my face.
I trap it with my hand and lick around the tip. He leans his head back against the wall as I swirl my tongue around the head and trace the thick veins down his shaft.
“Diego,” I whisper causing him to look down at me. “Watch. This is the best part.” I repeat his words from the first time he entered me.
I squirm at the look in his eyes as I wrap my lips around him and suck him to the back of my throat. I hum my approval as I get the first taste of precome on my tongue, and I swallow it down, my throat flexing against him. He moans loudly at the sensations and reaches for my head.
“Jesus, Em. Your mouth,” he mutters.
I close my eyes and hum my bliss as he pushes in and out of my mouth indulgently. Once or twice he goes too deep but backs off immediately when the first sign of gagging shows. My hands are gripping his thighs, loving the rigid feel of his muscles as he glides himself in and out of my mouth.
“Em,” he moans roughly, and I raise my gaze to his. I know what he’s asking, and I nod slightly. “Oh fuck,” he gasps reverently. “Perfect,” he praises just as the first jet hits my tongue. I repeatedly swallow as he orgasms, and I have to smile as his eyes become glassy from his release.
He falls from my lips, and I smile up at him. His thumb runs along my lower lip collecting a few escaped drops, and he dips it into my mouth. I watch his eyes roll in his head when I suck the tip of his thumb, removing his offering. It’s not the greatest taste or texture in the world, but knowing how much it pleases him makes me want to do it daily.
“I hope it was as good as your other blowjobs,” I tell him.
“What other blowjobs?” he asks dismissively. It brings a smile to my face knowing I can please him.
He pulls me up by my arms and turns me toward the back wall of the shower. He grips my hip and pushes on my upper back, folding me almost in half. I place my hands on the bench I just stood from and gasp when I feel his hot mouth on my pussy.
“You don’t seem nearly dirty enough for a shower,” he says between hot swipes of his tongue. “Let’s remedy that shall we?”
***
“What do you mean we can’t stay here?” I ask him as we dry off and dress.
“I know I wasn’t the best company yesterday in Colorado.” I huff at him because he was pretty much an asshole. “I got a text from Wrench.” I stiffen as he continues. “He pretty much indicated that your husband knew you were back in Colorado. It set me on edge, and all of my focus was on making sure we made it safely back. Now Wrench is pissed, and I think he and Bobby are going to try something. I don’t have all of the information yet.”