Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“I need you,” he says and I believe him as he spreads my legs wide. His cock presses against my dripping pussy and I’m begging for him now, begging for him to fuck me.
“Please,” I whisper, fingers digging into his ass. “I want this.”
“And I need this, princess. God, I’ve been thinking about this tight pussy for days, ever since I first tasted you. Do you even understand what it’s like, being around you? All this anger, all this distance, and all I want to do is tear down your walls and fuck you savage and deep and make you fucking scream. God damn, Sara, you drive me insane.”
He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head again and kisses me as his cock drives deep between my legs.
I moan into his mouth. He’s ripping me in half and I love every inch of him. I need more, and more, and more, and he starts to slowly grind as I work my hips against him, driving him deeper and deeper, thrusting slow but hard. I moan and moan against his lips, his teeth, and I’m controlled and held down, and I’ve never felt so helpless and so alive in my life.
Never, ever, ever have I let a man have this much of me.
And never, ever, ever has it felt so good before.
But he fucks me, deep and slow, and looks into my eyes. He looks at me like he’s seeing heaven. He fucks me faster, still deep, groaning his own pleasure into my ear.
“You feel better than I ever imagined,” he whispers and takes me. He bites a nipple, kisses my neck, and his hands explore my skin like he can’t stop touching me. “You taste like fresh air and feel like heaven. I don’t know how you do this to me, princess, but I need to fuck you, I need to see that skin flush pink and listen to you moan as you come on my thick cock. Tell me you want it, Sara. Tell me you fucking want it.”
“I want it,” I gasp as my back arches and he goes faster. We grind together in a frenzy, a wild and stupid frenzy, desire ringing through my body with each rough thrust. I’m closer, closer, and he doesn’t stop, he’s an animal fucking me now, taking what he wants, taking my body, and I moan into his ear and whisper to him, telling him over and over that I want it, that I need it, and finally, fuck, finally, my core clenches down hard—
And I come in a massive explosive cascade. It rushes down my spine, into my toes, curling them as my back arches. I come and come and he keeps up his pace, moaning in my ear, and I feel him finish between my legs, hot and warm and thick. It pushes me to another level and he doesn’t stop until I can’t moan anymore and I lie there, twitching and spent and grinning like an idiot.
“Beautiful,” he whispers and brushes my hair from my face. “Good girl. Such a good girl.” He kisses me softly and his arms wrap around my body.
“That’s not what I pictured when I invited you to sleep with me, you know.”
“I’m sure it isn’t.”
“Really. It’s not.” I wiggle my hips, grinding my ass against his still-hard cock. “I just needed—”
“Comfort.” His voice is soft. “I get it. I know how this goes.”
I roll away from him. He’s staring back at me and I’m not sure what I see reflected in his eyes—sadness? Anger? But what’s a guy like Angelo have to be angry about?
“That’s all this can be,” I whisper, and he nods in response.
“I know that.”
“So why—”
He comes close and kisses me. “All I want is to stay in this bed tonight. That’s all.”
I bite my lip and nod. “If that’s what you want.” I shift closer again and let him wrap his arms around me. Another mistake, another stupid, stupid mistake, but if mistakes can feel like this then I need to make a million more.
Chapter 16
Sara
I understand that dealing with stress through sex is not the healthiest decision in the world.
And it’s painfully obvious that this little pattern I’ve fallen into—inviting Angelo into my bed, going too far with him, acting like nothing happened next day—isn’t going to improve anytime soon unless I go back to my apartment.
Maybe it’d be smarter if I got my own room, or if I stayed at a different hotel, or if I just admit that I want to have sex with this man, that I want it so desperately I’m willing to play these stupid games in a vain effort at holding on to my dignity, and maybe then we could both move on and just—have sex as much as we want.