Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82893 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Scooting off the edge of the bed, I drop to my knees and grasp the backs of her knees, yanking her toward me.
“Roman.” Her eyes meet mine, but I lose them when I tear away the material covering her, tossing it aside, and cover her with my mouth, pressing in with my tongue. “Oh God!”
Her hands latch onto the edge of the mattress as I feast. I’ve wanted to do this a hundred times before now, but I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from taking her completely. I knew there was no way I could have her taste on my tongue without getting inside her. After yesterday, there is no reason for me to deny myself. She made it impossible for me to hold back, as she took the ball out of my court when I saw the box of condoms she failed miserably at hiding. Condoms I avoided buying myself, hoping that maybe if I didn’t fuck her, this urge to consume her entire life would lessen. That I would somehow be able to prevent the inevitable.
Sliding two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy, I lick, suck, and nibble as she rides my face. When her back arches, her walls start to contract around my fingers, and a whimper slides up the back of her throat. I suck harder, dragging out her orgasm until her fingers latch onto my hair.
Releasing her, I reach over and grab a condom from my nightstand and make quick work of ripping the package open and pulling down my shorts enough to roll it on. Then, with her chest heaving but her eyes on me, her legs still spread open, I drag her off the side of the bed and impale her on my cock in one smooth thrust.
“Oh God.” Her gasp of surprise and the way she wiggles on my lap to adjust to my size makes my cock throb.
Bunching up her dress around her waist, I lean in, nipping her bottom lip. “Arms up.” When she lifts her arms over her head, I pull her dress off, leaving the thick strip of black lace covering her breasts, but I tug it down around her waist. Grabbing her ass in both my hands, I lift my hips into hers and start fucking her hard. My thrusts are rough as my grip tightens, and I spread her open farther.
When her head falls forward, and her half-mast, lust-drunk gaze meets mine, I groan and move my hand up her back and into her hair, fisting it tight.
“Mine.” The word is a growl from between my lips pressed against hers before I take her mouth in a deep kiss.
I would live inside her heat and the warmth she’s wrapped around me if she let me. When her nails dig into my biceps and her walls start to clamp down on me as she comes, I know that I’m never letting her go. I will do everything within my power to keep her with me. Letting her ass go, I hook her around her waist and pull her down one last time, locking her against me as I lose myself inside her.
With my legs shaking and my chest heaving, I drop my forehead to her shoulder, and she wraps her arms and legs around me. I kiss her as my heart starts to calm, and her breathing begins to even out.
“Thank you for the doughnuts.”
Her body starts to shake before her laughter hits my ears. Leaning back, she rests against the bed still behind her, then lifts her hand to my cheek. My eyes wander over her face, and the smile is still on her lips. “How old are you today?”
“Thirty.”
“How do you want to spend your thirtieth birthday?”
“Inside you.”
“You’re already inside me.”
“Yeah.” I lean in to kiss her but stop when there is a knock on the door. “Did you order something?”
“No.” She shakes her head, looking at the door, when there’s another knock.
“Just a second,” I bite out to whoever is interrupting the best birthday I’ve ever had, lifting Elora off my cock and helping her to her feet. I urge her into the bathroom as I stand and toss the condom before yanking my shorts back into place. Grabbing the bathrobe off the back of the bathroom door, I help her into it, then head to the door.
I stop to check the peephole, and my jaw tightens when I see the man standing on the other side of the door.
“What the fuck?” I swing the door in, and my dad’s assistant’s gaze meets mine before he looks over my shoulder. I turn to look behind me and find Elora standing in the middle of the room, her hair wild, cheeks flushed, and lips still swollen. Wrapped in a robe that is so large it’s hanging off one shoulder, she looks like a woman well fucked. Stepping in front of him so he can’t see her, I watch his eyes shift to meet mine. “What are you doing here?”