Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 206(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I say, shaking my head. “No way. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you this time.”
He grunts, and more precum oozes from his tip. I smile at the control I have over him. “You want that, don’t you, Ford? You want my mouth on you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he hisses.
I stick my tongue out and run it from the root of his hard cock to the very tip. He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
I open my mouth, taking him in. Up and down, he moans as his hips shift to meet me.
I close my eyes, and he grunts, “No, look at me, Lily.”
I open my eyes and watch him as I take him as far down my throat as I can. He’s big, and I use my hand to help me.
He’s close. His cock gets even harder, and his breaths are coming in big, heavy pants. I kick my leg over his and settle my bare pussy on his leg. My clit is throbbing, and pressing into his leg is the only relief I get.
He moves his leg as I ride it.
Every sense is heightened, and I’m on the verge of coming myself.
“I need inside you, Lily.”
I look at him questioningly but don’t stop bobbing on his dick.
He leans down, putting his hands under my arms and dragging me up his body, flipping me onto my back.
Just as fast, he’s plowing into me, stroking my insides.
“Yes,” I groan.
My pussy is in spasms, and an orgasm shoots through me, but he’s relentless. Over and over he thrusts into me, saying the same words. “Mine. You’re mine, Lily. All mine.”
I completely come undone and writhe underneath him. “Yes, Ford. Yes.”
He comes and then falls on top of me. I welcome the weight of him and wrap my legs around his waist to hold him to me.
He tries to lift himself up, but I tighten my hold. “No, please… stay for just a minute.”
He lies down again, and for just a second, I let myself wonder what it would be like to be with him just like this, every morning.
When I loosen my hold on him, he climbs up the bed and lies next to me, even though he’s still halfway on my body.
I hold on to his arms that are wrapped around me, wishing I never had to let go. I let out a regretful sigh. “We have to leave soon, don’t we?”
He comes up on his elbow. “We have time to see the sights before we leave.”
I shake my head and cuddle closer to him. “Nope. I’m good right here.”
We lie in each other’s arms, and eventually his breaths even out.
I lie here for the longest time, just being in his arms.
After he wakes up from his nap, we shower and have a late breakfast, and then make our way to the private jet that is waiting for us. Neither he nor I are saying much.
It’s not until I’m settled in my seat that everything starts to catch up with me.
This is over… and we barely got started.
I don’t regret last night or this morning, but I should have done more to protect my heart. How am I going to work day after day next to him, knowing he can never be mine? What is going to happen if I leave Tennessee, even just for a little while?
All these things are piling up in my head, and my heart starts to race.
Ford, being the man he is, thinks I’m anxious about the plane ride home.
He holds my hand and talks to me soothingly.
Eventually, I fake sleep as I try to distance myself from everything.
I’m quiet most of the plane ride home, and only when we have landed do I open my eyes.
At first glance, it’s obvious that Ford knew I was fake sleeping.
The way he’s looking at me makes me feel guilty.
He carries my suitcase to his waiting car. I should have driven myself to the airport, but hindsight is twenty-twenty.
“Are you okay?”
I nod my head and force a smile to my face. “Yes, I’m good. Just tired.”
Images from last night flash through my mind, and he must know what I’m thinking because he smirks at me.
“Come to the park with me and Ollie. His soccer buddies are going to play ball, and the families are doing a cookout.”
I would love to go. I really would, but I also know that I need to put some distance between us. “I think I need to go home. I need to check on Carrie and get ready for the work week.”
He reaches across the console, resting his hand on my knee. “Come on. You can’t leave me to the single moms.”
His words hurt. Only because I know that it probably won’t be long before he finds a woman that he wants to spend time with. How am I going to handle that?