Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
It felt so good to watch this sexy man hold me so effortlessly and fuck me at the same time. I loved watching him build up a sweat, loved staring at his naked body in the mirror on the other side of the room. He was over six feet of all man, tight muscles in his ass and his back. The muscles of his flank tightened and shifted as he worked his body to please me. When we were pressed together this closely, he ground right against my clit. The stimulation was over the top and powerful.
I could barely keep my eyes on him because my lids were becoming heavy, not with sleep but with arousal. Like a spell had been cast over me, my body relaxed, but it only calmed in preparation for the storm.
“Muse.” He exhaled into my face, the sweat forming on his back and dripping all the way to his ass. He tightened his jaw as he breathed through his movements. “You.” He thrust into me deep. “Are.” He released a moan as he hit me in the perfect spot. “Mine.”
Every time he claimed me, I felt my legs quiver. I wanted to be his. I loved the way he got jealous whenever a man looked at me for too long. I loved the way he stepped in front of me so that a man wouldn’t kiss me on the cheek. I loved the way he didn’t allow his models to touch him anymore because he knew it bothered me. I loved all the sacrifices he made to keep me, by kissing me, making love to me, setting me free, and committing to me.
It was more than he’d ever done for anyone else.
Now he was ramming me into the wall, giving me his big cock over and over again.
I pressed my face into his neck and clawed at his back while I watched him fuck me. His jeans had slid down to his ankles from his movements, and his tight ass looked so good as it worked, grinding into me. “Conway…yes.” I breathed into his ear and closed my eyes, feeling my pussy tighten around him. I came with an explosion, squeezing his dick mercilessly. My nails were even worse, cutting into his back and nearly drawing blood.
Conway couldn’t wait until I was finished. He gave his final pumps and came inside me, giving me his heavy seed as he groaned. He pressed me against the wall and shoved his dick as deep as he could, his ass tight from keeping me in place. He gave me so much seed that it already started to drip out of me and onto the floor.
Conway held me in place as he caught his breath, the sweat streaked across his body and probably burning the small wounds my nails had caused. Once he recovered from the wave of pleasure that had just exploded out of his balls, he carried me to the couch and sat back against the cushion, placing me on his lap. With a flushed face and sweat on his upper lip, he looked just as sexy as he did when he finished a workout. He pushed his body to the max to make me feel good, giving me everything he had because he cared about my climax as much as his own. His cock slightly softened inside me, and he massaged my thighs gently as he looked into my face.
My arms circled his neck, and I kissed him. “I like it when you fuck me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’ve never fucked me before.” I sucked his bottom lip, giving it a gentle bite before releasing it.
His hands snaked up my body, feeling the silk that was now soaked with his sweat. It was tight on my chest and my waist, but it made me look more petite than I really was. That was the magic behind Conway’s designs. He could make your most flattering feature even better.
“Is there time to get this ensemble into the show?”
He pressed kisses down my neck and to my collarbone, his tongue licking away the sweat that sprinkled across my body. “No.” He rubbed his nose against mine. “I made this just for you.”
He made me a piece of lingerie he’d never debuted before, like the white ensemble he made me wear when he took me for the first time. At the time, the gesture didn’t seem special. I was scared and uncomfortable. But now, his actions meant something to me. They made me feel special, made me feel honored to wear something he created just for me. He only wanted me to wear it, so it was a one-of-a-kind piece from a genius designer.
And it was all mine.
“Thank you. That was sweet.”
His hand dug into the fall of my hair, and he brought my lips toward his for a kiss. He kissed me softly, his lips taking me gently. His fingers fisted my hair, wrapping it around his knuckles like he was trying to anchor me against him. There was no need to tie me down when I never wanted to go anywhere else.