Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
But that was what he was with me right then. Like something in him responded to the vulnerability I was carefully trying to keep concealed.
And I just… melted into it.
Into him.
At that moment, we weren’t casual fuck-buddies.
We were a man and a woman sharing ourselves, giving each other sweetness and understanding.
It wasn’t long, though, before the desire went from a slow-burning flame to a raging fire in us.
His hands grabbed.
Mine roamed.
Off went my panties.
Then his pants and boxers.
We were both completely naked standing in the middle of a gorgeous hotel room, far away from our people, our problems.
Slash stepped forward, backing me deeper into the room, then grabbed me to turn me so that he could sit off the edge of the bed, pulling me down to straddle him.
His hands were planted at my hips as he leaned to run his tongue over one of my nipples. Licking, sucking, nipping until it twisted into an almost painfully tight bud before moving across my chest to continue the torment.
It wasn’t long before I was grinding down on him, his thick cock pressed against the cleft of my pussy, giving me a hint of the friction I so desperately needed right then.
Before I could find a hint of relief, though, Slash was yanking me upward as he moved flat onto his back, positioning me to straddle his face.
“Sit,” he growled when I didn’t immediately lower down.
And, well, when a hot, sexy man who knew what to do with his tongue told you to sit on his face, you fucking sat.
Before I could even fully do so, though, his hands were sinking into my hips, forcing me down, then holding me in place as he started to work my clit with the exact pressure and pace he knew I liked.
He drove me up and through an orgasm that made every thought fly out of my head for the first time all day.
And before I could even come back down from that, he was driving me up once again.
“Slash, no,” I grumbled, trying to pull away as he kept running his tongue over my clit. “I want you inside of me,” I told him.
That got his attention.
The next thing I knew, he was sitting up and I was straddling his waist once again.
He fished a condom out of his pants beside the bed, then slipped it on before holding his cock and waiting for me to lower down on him.
Which I did.
Slowly.
Inch by thick inch.
I hadn’t ever really done that before.
Gone slow.
Gave into the feelings of the moment.
And by the time he was deep inside of me, I understood why.
Because there was an intensity at that moment. Our heated gazes were locked.
Our bodies were practically shaking with need.
But neither of us seemed in a rush to ease it.
Instead, my walls tightened hard around him, wanting to feel him more intensely, and the growling sound he made vibrated through him and into me, making me do another involuntary squeeze in response.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Slash said, voice tight as his arms wrapped around my back.
My own twined around his neck, holding on as I started to ride him.
Slow.
God, so slow.
Until the intense eye contact started to almost unnerve me.
I pressed my face into his neck and started to ride him harder and faster, driving myself up and through a second orgasm in what felt like record time.
Slash wasn’t done with me yet, though.
As soon as the waves stopped crashing, he was grabbing me and flipping me under his powerful frame, fucking me hard and fast, plowing me through a third orgasm I hadn’t anticipated before slamming deep and coming with a savage growl.
His body collapsed onto mine afterward, both of us trying to catch our breaths.
And for a few blissful moments, there was silence in my head.
No worries.
No fear.
No uncertainty.
Just pleasure and peace.
Eventually, Slash rolled off, going into the bathroom for a moment.
And that was my cue to get dressed, to head out.
Why, then, did I climb up the bed instead, slip under the covers, curl up like I intended to stay the night?
And why did a small little voice in my head hope that Slash would do the same?
“This place is fucking nice,” Slash declared as he walked back out of the bathroom, casting his gaze around the bedroom.
It was all very understated in tones of beige and white that made it feel airy and clean without being completely sterile.
“Even a decent view if you look past the road,” he added, looking out of the windows.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I didn’t even know it existed,” I admitted.
“Kind of unusual to be meeting here,” he said.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I had a rough day. I was… in the area,” I told him. And it wasn’t a complete lie. I mean I did get to the area before he did.