Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I want to be owned by him.
But that has to be the lust talking.
We have no future. He’s going, and I’m staying. I’ve worked hard for my place as the head of the Knoxville Bears social media department. I am sought-after, I am loved by everyone, and I work my ass off. I’ve watched my older sisters fall in love and give themselves over to the men they love. It’s mind-blowing after how we grew up, but I know the guys they’ve chosen are good men. And while I know Alex is also a good guy, nothing can happen between us but this.
Really great sex.
I roll my tongue along his shaft as he fucks my mouth, his grunts sending heat directly to my center. He grips my breasts as he continues his assault on my mouth. Each thrust has my eyes watering and tears leaking down my face, but he clears them away just as fast as they fall. When he stills, I feel him throbbing, but he doesn’t come. “As much as I want to come in this needy little mouth, I want to feel you come undone on my cock once more.”
Sounds like a great idea to me.
He draws his cock out of my mouth, my throat achy but in a good way. He spins the table once more, but instead of entering me like I assumed he would, he lifts me from the table. I wrap my arms around his neck and my thighs around his waist as he crashes his mouth to mine. His lips overcome mine before he pushes his tongue into my mouth, taking me hostage. Our tongues dance together, sending heat arcing through my body. He sighs into my mouth, and I squeeze my thighs around him as his cock bobs around my pussy, causing my body to throb for him. Unable to wait, I reach between us to guide his cock in, but he stops me once more. I whine in protest, and he chuckles.
“You have no patience whatsoever, Elliot.”
“Not when it comes to your cock.”
He grins against my lips before he unwraps my legs from around him and hooks his arms under my knees. He holds them open and nods. “Then guide me in, mami.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. I know he has me and won’t let me fall. With my other hand, I guide his cock to my entrance. Once there, he thrusts inside me. I cry out, digging my fingers into his shoulders as he fills me to the brim, stretching me and leaving me gasping for air.
“So fucking good,” I groan out, and he only nods, his heated gaze on where we’re connected. Then he moves, jackhammering inside me. My breasts bounce wildly as he pistons into me, my face tight with pleasure. Sweat covers our bodies, his chest shining as he fills me over and over. I’m almost there. I can feel myself burning from head to toe, fire licking in my gut before he takes me to the bed, laying me down and covering my body with his. He goes to his knees as I cradle him between my thighs, and he grips my ass. He pulls at one of my cheeks, stretching my ass as he brings his other thumb to his lip. He sucks it before he zeroes in on my clit, and I come undone.
If I weren’t in a state of such bliss, I’d kick him for the cocky chuckle that leaves his throat.
But then he thrusts inside me, my pussy milking his cock as he fucks me into oblivion. When he comes, he roars as he stills inside me, filling me completely. We stopped using condoms after the first three times since I know he’s clear, and so am I. I’ve been on birth control since I was sixteen when Louisa would steal it for us, and I have a couple more days until it’s that time.
He thrusts once then twice, before dropping his head onto the middle of my chest. I cradle his head in my hands before running my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp as I try to catch my breath and he throbs inside me. He kisses my chest, then both my breasts, before trailing kisses up along my neck to my jaw. His body comes flush with mine. I welcome his weight; I love when he does this. I feel so small underneath him, which I guess I am. He captures my mouth, drawing sweet kisses from me as I hold him and he holds me. When he falls to the side after pulling out of me, I hate how much I miss how he fills me.
Maybe he’s not the only one falling in love.
Which is so damn bad.
He rolls off the bed, and I watch as he heads into the hotel bathroom and comes back with a warm towel. He cleans me up without a word, and I watch him in awe. “You don’t have to—”