Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
"You're so fucking beautiful,” he intoned. "Fuck, yes," he murmured, his grip on my thigh tightening. "I want to feel that pussy squeezing me."
I opened my eyes, meeting his gaze again. My breath hitched, and I knew I was close. I quickened my pace, pleasure and need coursing through my veins. He matched my movements with a fierce intensity. "That's it," he praised.
"Oh God," I gasped, my mind hazy with pleasure. I could feel his eyes on me, the intensity of his gaze intensifying the sensations coursing through me. I pressed harder against myself, my breaths shallow and ragged. A shudder ran through me, and I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to take it anymore. He thrust harder, and I could feel him hitting that spot inside me, the one that sent me spiraling over the edge. A cry escaped my lips, my body trembling uncontrollably as another wave of pleasure washed over me.
“Goddamn, I'm going to come.” He thrust once, twice, his breath hitched and his eyes locked onto mine. A fierce intensity consumed his gaze, and I could feel him tensing. I whimpered, clutching the sheets as his movements became erratic, his hips pounding into me. He groaned, his body stiffened, and then he was coming. I felt it, a warm surge within me, and I let out a soft cry. I watched him, his mask slipping enough to reveal a look of bliss. Without a word, he lowered my leg and pulled out of me. I exhaled slowly, my body still trembling. He looked down at me, still not speaking, his expression inscrutable once again. His hand softly caressed my cheek, brushing a lock of hair away from my face. It was a rare show of tenderness from him.
He withdrew and stood up, reaching down to pick me up as if I weighed nothing. I didn’t have the energy to protest. I rested my head on his shoulder as he carried me to the bathroom. He set me down gently on the cold tile floor, and I shuffled over to the toilet, feeling weak and spent. I was grateful it was behind its own door. I doubted he would’ve given me the privacy to pee. As I relieved myself, I winced at how sore I was and looked between my legs. I saw a mixture of blood and fluids, and my labia felt raw and swollen. I wiped myself gingerly, trying to be as gentle as possible.
I heard the sound of the shower running and was suddenly desperate for the warm water, despite how exhausted I felt. I sat on the toilet for a moment, catching my breath, before I stood up and left the tiny room of peace. Mateo was waiting for me, the steamy air offering a welcome contrast to the chilly bathroom. He reached for my hand and led me into the large space. A sigh left my lips the second the multiple shower heads rained heated water down on me. I closed my eyes and savored the moment, the warm water massaging my sore muscles and the pulsing shower heads enveloping me in a cocoon of comfort. Mateo's strong arms wrap around me from behind, his hands gently caressing my hips. His breath was warm against my neck, and I could feel his heartbeat against my back.
"Are you alright?" he asked in a soft voice I didn’t trust.
I wasn’t remotely alright, but I was learning to compartmentalize. I nodded, trying to get lost in the sensations of the shower. "Yes, I'm fine. Just sore."
“You’ll get used to it.” He continued to hold me close, his grip comforting but also a silent reminder of his control. As the warm water continued to cascade down on us, I felt a blend of pain and revulsion. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes again, leaning against him not for comfort, but because I was so fucking exhausted.
Mateo's hands slowly moved down towards my lower abdomen, tracing the delicate curve of my hips, and then dipping lower still. I tensed, unsure of what his next move would be, silently pleading for him to stop there. His fingers ghosted over my swollen labia, tracing the folds gently. A shiver ran through me, a mix of dread and submission. When he didn’t take it any further, I had to suppress a sigh of relief.
I slowly began to relax, the warm water still showering down on us. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, his strong hands still holding me close. The moment stretched on, suspended in time like a delicate bubble on the verge of bursting.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The insistent buzzing of my phone pulled me from a deep, dreamless sleep. My hand fumbled over the sheets until I wrapped my fingers around the device. Groggily, I lifted my head, squinting at the screen. The floor-to-ceiling drapes were partially drawn, but not enough to block out the unexpected morning sun.