Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“You were,” she says with a seductive roll of her hips.
I press that thumb into her, testing her reserve.
“You filthy bitch,” I growl when she moans. “You want my cock here, too?”
“I want what you want.”
“You want to please me?”
She takes another shuddering breath. “Always.”
With my thumb still in her ass, I take another step forward, resting the tip of my cock at her entrance.
“Good girl,” I whisper before slamming inside of her.
Just as I predicted, her feet leave the ground as I find the end of her.
If I were the type of man prone to praise, I’d likely fall at her feet in worship.
As it is, I have to look up at the ceiling to keep from blowing my fucking load within a second. With a deep breath, I pull my thumb from her ass, the clench of the damn thing on my digit taking things a little too far right now.
When she squeezes, testing the feel of me there, I grip her hip with a punishing force.
“I’ll fuck you for hours and not let you come if you keep that shit up.”
I’ll be damned if this bitch doesn’t smile, knowing I’m not going to have the fucking stamina to follow through with my threat.
I shift back, pulling all but the tip from her. I swear on everything holy, her body is trying to suck me back in, a nonverbal plea for more.
My mind is blank, void of everything but me and her and this very fucking moment.
I fucking hate her for it.
I’m supposed to be drowning in comparison, hating myself for giving into carnal urges. But the only regrets I feel are for staying away from her for so long and for being unwilling to fucking seek someone else out in an attempt to get the taste of her out of my mouth.
With her in my truck after that little trip to Austin was the last time I got laid too, and the lack of desire to seek someone else out was only one of many clues that this woman has seriously fucked me up.
I’m pissed that I’m not pissed at what we’re doing, and I realize how fucked up that is.
The clench of her cunt a second time draws all of my focus back to her.
“Alani,” I growl.
“I’m sorry,” she moans, and fuck, I love the sound of her voice when she’s overcome with desire.
It’s husky and pleading.
The misery I’ve suffered when fucking a woman never comes. I’m supposed to hate every woman I touch, every woman that isn’t Maya. I’m supposed to be haunted by her ghost, not lost in a way I’ve never been in my life.
I swore to love Maya until I died. I meant those words when I spoke them to her, and her death shouldn’t matter. I made that vow with every intention of seeing it through.
Now it seems like a distant memory, like a promise made by a child who didn’t understand the real world when it should feel like a betrayal.
Alani makes me feel alive when I should’ve been destined to die years ago. I’ve put myself in that position many times, but now it seems like I’ve been living for this moment.
I do my best to wipe my brain of all thoughts, letting my body take over. I want nothing but the physical pleasure right now as I slam my hips forward again.
Over and over I drive into her, the sounds she’s making serving as the chorus to the song we’re writing together.
I’m relentless in the way I take her, in the demands I make of her body.
“Donavan!” she screams, her fists gripping the sheets to keep her in place.
Goddamnit if she mutters those words.
“I’m coming!”
Jesus, it’s like she controls every fucking switch in my body.
Announcing her orgasm is akin to her demand I come as well.
She clenches around me, the rippling of those internal muscles forcing my balls to draw up as if it’s now become a race. I fuck her through it, pulling at her hair to force her back into an arch. In a moment of insanity, I pull out, ripping the condom off.
The first fucking rope of cum lands on her back, but I’ll be damned if I don’t fucking shove right back inside of her and finish that way.
I realize I’m ruined for eternity when she starts to come again.
Chapter 27
Alani
I know I should probably feel bad when he jerks from inside me and immediately heads into the bathroom, but even as the sound of the shower coming back on drifts into the bedroom, I don’t have the energy to do anything but smile.
He’s the absolute best fuck.
When I try to stand, my legs refuse to work. They tremble, barely holding up my weight long enough for me to slink to the floor. Zings of electric currents swim through me, my pussy throbbing with the way he used me for his own pleasure. I could tell it was for him. He didn’t reach between my legs and swirl a finger on my clit. He wasn’t fucking me to get me off. He was using my body and knowing that was enough to send me over the edge.