Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“Touch yourself.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I slip my hand inside my panties. I’ve tried to get myself off the past few days, but it’s been pointless. My own orgasms are unlike the ones Ivan gives me. He gets my body so worked up.
With each thrust, he goes deeper and deeper until he finally hits the back of my throat. I think I’m going to gag. Isn’t that what girls do? It’s not as if Ivan is small. The man is big all over. All I do is suck harder and swallow each time he hits the back of my throat.
“Sunshine.” He’s still got one hand braced on the wall, but he releases the base of his cock to grip my hair in a firm hold. “Going to come. You’re going to swallow me down. All of it. I want me inside of you.”
I moan. I want that. A second later, he’s shouting my name out as he starts to come down my throat. I suck him down, my fingers still moving against my clit. As he fills my mouth with his release, I come with him. He jerks my head back as I do. His cock slips free of my mouth as I scream out my own orgasm.
We both stare at each other trying to catch our breath for a moment before he bends down and scoops me into his arms and kisses me.
“I don’t know if I enjoy my taste in your mouth or not. I fucking love that I’m on you, but I love the taste of you too. It masks it.”
“You’ll get more of a taste of me, Ivan. I promise.” He grips my wrist, lifting my hand that had been inside my panties. I watch as he sucks the two fingers I’d used against my clit into his mouth. He lets out another groan. His cock jerks between us. It’s pressed right against my panties.
“It would be so easy to slip your panties to the side and thrust home.” It would be. I grind my sex against his cock.
I want that. Not only the sex part but the part where he called me home.
15
Ivan
I watch her sleep, her breath barely a whisper in the room. It’s the first time since she’s come into my life that I’m enjoying the silence. Only because she’s finally here with me and I get to watch her. The past week has been one of the best of my life. I can’t ever recall feeling this alive before. She’s shaken me awake from a deep sleep I hadn’t realized I was under. The only part I hate is when my sunshine makes me take her to work.
She doesn’t need to work. Not at a diner—it’s not as though it’s her passion. If that was the case, I’d buy her a diner of her own. I try not to fight it, though. I know she’s still scared that I’m going to get up and leave. I have to prove I’m here to stay, which is something I’ve been working on.
I’ve been moving pieces around. I don’t want to shut down my main office. I employ a lot of people. Things have been running smoothly on their own if you don’t count losing the Stone deal, which I’m not sure is actually off the table. They think I’m playing hardball. The truth is I’m just not that interested anymore.
I’ve handed the dealing of it over to Paul at this point. He’s been working under me for years. It’s time to see if he can step up to the plate. I’ve worked hard all these years but have never taken time to live life.
Before Raegan, I didn’t have a reason to, but now that she’s knocked me on my ass, I do. I’m not fully going away, but I am going to bleed more into the background. I know there is no going back and I can’t fully move my office. There is too much to deal with. I might open a second small one here, but we’ll see how that goes.
As of right now, I’m more focused on finding a permanent home. I don’t mind the place I’m renting. It might be expensive, but it’s rather plain. I’ve been to Rae's home. She might not have much and the space may be small, but it’s filled with color and life.
She is all over the place. Everything here is decorated in boring grays, blacks, and whites. Kind of like my place back home, but now I want something different. I think it might also help if I buy a residence here. It will show her that I’m really not going anywhere.
My phone lights up on the nightstand. I glance over to see who it is. There is only one person I’d take a call from right now, and that’s whose name is lighting up the screen. Slowly I slip from the bed not to wake her. I grab my phone and exit the bedroom, going to the other end of the condo where I’ve set up a makeshift office.