Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147801 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“Is that all you got, baby?”
My body snaps into a rougher rhythm at the challenge, whimpering as he thrusts up once, and his eyes light up because he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
He kneads my ass. “Whose cunt is this?”
“Mmm. Y-yours.”
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Gareth.”
“Say…say that again.” My rhythm is so fast, my cock bobs on his abs and his balls slap my ass.
“You’re so beautiful, mesmerizing, unearthly. You’re the most beautiful fucking thing in this universe, baby.”
“Ah, fuck…Kayde…fuck…more…please…”
“My own pretty little monster looks like a sex god.”
“Fuck…please…more…”
“If perfection exists, it’s you, baby. You’re made for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes…yes…”
He thrusts from the bottom, making me bounce on his cock, hitting my prostate, and ramming inside me with a force not fit for someone who’s sick.
“You’re riding my cock like a very good boy.”
“Holyfuckingshit… I’m gonna…come—”
“Not yet.” With a grunt, he sits up and pushes me all the way back so I’m lying down, then he pulls his thighs from beneath me and pulls the crown of my fully erect cock into his mouth.
I grunt as he sucks the orgasm out of me while still ramming his cock inside me, against my sensitive spot over and over and over.
My grunts are inhuman as I reach for his hair, pulling. “I’m… Fuck, your mouth feels so good, fuuuuck!”
I rock my hips up, coming in spurts down his throat, and he swallows it all, as he swells and pulses inside me.
“Yes, yes, please…come in my ass, please, Kayde…fuck!!” I’m begging in mumbled, jagged breaths as he pumps into me so deep, I’m sure he’s carving himself inside me.
He shoots off, filling me up as my cock pops out of his mouth. And I stare, in a fucking sex daze as he licks his lip while holding my eyes.
Making me watch him swallow my cum.
My spent dick twitches and I rock my hips, milking him, taking every last drop.
“You’re a goddamn masterpiece, baby.”
My heart soars and I reach out my hand, but before I can touch him, he pulls out and then he’s shoving my legs up in the air and licking his cum clean.
“Kayde!” I moan as he thrusts his tongue inside me. “Jesus Christ. That’s… Fuck!”
“We’re not wasting any cum, baby,” he groans, eating my ass until I’m delirious. “My pussy tastes so good.”
“Kayde…that feels good…mmmfuckkk.” I’m writhing, grunting, and moaning, as his hums vibrate against my back hole.
My body, head, and soul are so full of him, I feel like I’ll burst.
Like one day, this will get to be too much, and I’ll lock him the fuck up. In a basement. An ivory tower.
Anywhere where only I get to have him.
There will be no exes, no nothing. I’ll purge them all out of his mind, body, and goddamn memories if needed.
Finally, he crawls on top of me, his slick body rubbing against mine as he brings us nose to nose.
I don’t think about it as I open my mouth. I probably shouldn’t since he’s sick, but fuck if I care.
He spits inside it, then kisses me, hard, sucking my face, and I kiss him back with the same urgency, running my fingers through his hair.
My head is so dizzy, but I hold on to the now—the way his chest vibrates against mine, how tightly he holds me, and how, when he releases my lips, his breaths shake against my nape. It’s like he’s silently admitting I affect him as much as he affects me.
It’s that white room again. Quiet. Peaceful.
He’s the only person who’s ever managed to tame my demons, shove them back into that void, and gag them the fuck up.
And I want this for my whole life.
I never want to leave his embrace.
Kayden flips us so that I’m lying on top of him. He always does this, probably to keep from crushing me. Not that I’m light, but I like this side of him.
His eyes flutter closed, his breaths evening out, and I lean on my arms on his chest. Slowly, I stroke his hair, his forehead, his face. It’s the most I’ve ever touched him, even after sex.
He hums faintly in his throat.
I think he likes it.
And I like that he likes it.
Still, guilt nags at me. He’s sick, and I had sex with him anyway. He seems more drained than usual.
Since when do I feel guilt?
Growing soft, are we?
Shut up, demon.
“Hey, Kayde?”
“Hmm?” His eyes stay closed, his voice soft and raspy.
“What do you think about moving back to the States?”
His eyes snap open, suddenly alert. “What?”
I swallow, unsure why I’m even bringing this up. We’re not really in a relationship—not officially, as V loves to remind me.
“I mean, I was accepted into Yale, Harvard, and Princeton, so transferring is an option. I could pick Harvard, and you could teach at a nearby college. That way, we wouldn’t be in the same place.”