Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
I feel so alive, like my whole life is just getting started.
I hear the door open and my heart flips.
“Charlotte?” Spencer calls, securing the chain in place on the door.
I bound out of the kitchen. The second he sees me, he drops the shopping bags that were in his hands, and he smiles broadly. I laugh and jump up at him, loving the way he wraps his big arms around me when he catches me and lifts my feet from the floor.
“Hello, Mr Spencer.” I smile.
We kiss and his tongue slowly slides between my waiting lips.
“I’ll send you flowers every fucking day if this is the hello I get.”
I giggle. “Thank you.”
We kiss again and again, and Lord, I need him. He walks me backwards to the lounge and falls onto the sofa so I can straddle him.
He looks up at me. “You’re different,” he whispers.
“I feel different.”
His hands slide under my nighty and over my bare hips. “I like this… different.”
“Hmm,” I murmur as I rub myself over his hard cock.
All my arousal from the last hour of porn has me ready to explode. I kiss him with an urgency like never before. His eyes flash with arousal, and his tongue dances with mine. The kiss is deep, slow, and long, and my body begins to grind over his hard cock, taking on a rhythm of its own.
I can’t hold it. I want to do this, and I want to do it now.
I drop to the floor, positioning myself between his legs, and he inhales sharply, completely shocked.
Our eyes lock.
I want to suck him. I want to bring him undone. I slide the zipper of his jeans down and he frowns, confused by my sudden show of bravery. I hardly touched him last time we were together.
He lifts his hand to cup my face, and I tug at his pants a little harder. I want this. Eventually, he stands and takes them off, and I lift his T-shirt over his head.
“Jesus,” he mutters.
I rub his shaft through his briefs and his eyes flutter.
“Fucking hell, those roses are miracle workers. I’ll buy the fucking company tomorrow.”
I giggle and lick my lips, sliding down his boxers before I push him back to his position on the sofa.
I drop back down to the floor and kiss up his thigh.
His scent intoxicates me, and this is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
His places his hands to the back of my head carefully. “Fuck,” he whispers.
I look at his dick. It’s hard, engorged, and so thick. I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I’m going to go with what I watched today.
I lick the top and his hands slide to my face. With our eyes locked, I slowly take him in my mouth, enjoying the way he hisses in approval.
“Tell me if I do it right,” I whisper around him.
“Angel, you’re doing it fucking perfect.” He brushes my hair back from my face.
I take him deeper and deeper, and my eyes close when I get a taste of his pre-ejaculate. It’s salty and different to anything I’ve ever tasted before.
I get into a rhythm and begin to work him with my hand. His body relaxes and he lies back against the couch.
“Fucking hell,” he moans.
I work harder and harder. His hips are rising to meet my rhythm. I place my fingers around his balls and he shudders.
“Stop that or I’ll come.”
I smile around him, and I do it again. Spencer shudders and his eyes roll back in his head.
“Get up here,” he growls.
I ignore him and keep sucking him until he pulls me off, guiding me so that I’m kneeling over him. He swipes his fingers though my flesh.
“Holy fuck, you’re dripping wet,” he whispers.
I moan against his lips, circling my hips to work myself onto his fingertips.
“Condoms,” he groans, sounding pained. “Oh shit, stop right there,” he demands at once. He pushes me off him and runs up the stairs two at a time. Moments later he returns with a box of condoms. I watch as he carefully rolls one on and then he falls back into place on the sofa.
“Where were we?” He smiles.
His excitement is infectious, and I kneel over him again with my hands on his shoulders. His fingers find that spot between my legs, and his eyes close as he enjoys the way I feel for him.
“You are so fucking hot,” he growls.
I wiggle my hips so he knows that I want it. Our kiss turns frantic and he bites my nipple hard through my nightdress, making me yelp.
This untamed aggression in him is new.
I like it.
He holds the base of his cock up and positions me over him. I frown and come down onto him a little.
Fuck, he’s so big.
“Wiggle from side to side,” he tells me.
I shimmy and he puts his thumb over my clitoris, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I moan deeply, unable to keep my eyes from closing.