Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 652(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, heated breath by heated breath, I worked my cock inside her. Chloe moaned and panted the deeper I got, and once I was all the way in, she squeezed her ass around me.
“Oh, my God,” she breathed, looking over her shoulder like she wished she could see the view I had. “You’re fucking my ass.”
“And you’re taking it so damn well,” I said, sliding out and back in as we both groaned. “Stretching for me, hugging my cock so fucking tight.”
“Fuck, I want to come.”
She didn’t wait for me to tell her to do so. Her hand shot down between her thighs, and she spread them as much as she could in the tub, rubbing her clit in slow circles as she moaned and gave me control.
I fucked her in time with her own movements, slowly at first, and then a little faster as she rubbed her clit with more speed. I didn’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t for her to come so fast and so hard.
“Shit, Chloe,” I praised as she took my cock and touched herself, her moans growing louder and louder. “Look at you, coming while I fuck your ass. You filthy fucking thing.”
“Yes,” she whined, and then she was a mess of moans and curse words and my name.
That was all I needed.
The sight of her rocking her ass to meet me, her tits bouncing and flinging water, her neck arched and mouth open as she cried out her release… it was lethal.
I fucked her harder, deeper, plunging into her once, twice, three times before I caught my own release. She gasped at the fullness but was still riding her own orgasm, so I didn’t dare stop — not even when my own climax took me under, drowning me and filling me with life at the same time.
My body burned. The universe expanded and snapped back to this room alone. All the blood in my body rushed to my cock, and I buried myself inside that woman until she’d drained every last drop of me.
“Goddamn,” I groaned, slowing, thrusting inside her and withdrawing almost to the edge before I pushed out again.
When I did, a bit of my cum leaked out of her, and I moaned again.
Carefully, I withdrew completely, but before she could move, I grabbed Chloe by the hips and held her there.
“Squeeze your ass, baby,” I said through my panting, my racing heart, my bleary vision.
When she did, cum dripped out and down, sliding over her thigh, between her legs, covering her in me.
I was a feral fucking animal at that sight.
“You are un-fucking-real,” I said.
I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her back and taking her weight until we were both collapsing into the water, clinging to one another, hands in each other’s hair, lips against skin, hearts racing out of control.
Somehow, I ended up reclined against the back of the tub, and she was in my arms, her head on my chest, body melting into mine.
She peeked up at me, blinking, her eyes wide and face flushed.
We stared a long moment, and then I smiled, and she smiled, and we both laughed as she buried her face in my chest, and I wrapped her in a tight embrace. Whatever sour emotion had been clinging to her when I stepped into this room was gone now, and all the stress from my day had disappeared, too.
“Well, that was fucking incredible,” I said with a grumble against her hair.
She giggled and shook her head, her face still covered by my chest. “I… I really liked that.”
The confession was mumbled, but I lifted her chin to look at me, holding her gaze with my own. “Don’t ever be ashamed of what you like in the bedroom, what you want. Especially not with me.”
Something flashed through her, and she nodded.
Then, her eyes fell to my lips.
My heart stuttered to a stop, chest tightening until it was painful.
And I wished I would just kiss her.
I wished I didn’t feel my rib cage crushing my lungs, that I had more control over how the anxiety and fear spiked in my body at just the thought.
But I was powerless against it.
It was engrained in me.
It was years of pain, of suffering, of rebuilding to who I had finally managed to become — all of it resurfacing and shutting down every door I had managed to creak open since I’d walked into this bathroom.
I cleared my throat, putting distance between us. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
I couldn’t look at her as I helped her stand, couldn’t find a comforting word to say as we took a shower and washed each other before she wrapped up in her robe and I dried off with a towel and we climbed into her bed.
She rested her head on my chest, and I played with her wet hair, my eyes on the ceiling and hers somewhere across the room.