Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
With a final push Julian settles inside me, waiting for me to adjust to his size. He looks down at where we’re joined, and the look on his face…It’s like awe. It makes my breath go tight in my chest, something deep and powerful pulling at me. He looks up at me, and I know he feels it too.
I squeeze down on him, and I see his jaw clench. Then I wiggle my hips, and I grin at him, daring him to play with me.
Julian’s mouth crashes onto mine, his hips driving into me like the dam on his control has suddenly been broken. God, he feels so good, lips and body and cock and hands all working together with mine to create a perfect storm of pleasure. I wrap my arms around his waist, and even though it feels like I can’t, I take him deeper. I’m gasping, the tip of him hitting that place so deep that no one’s ever reached it before. I see sparks behind my eyes growing into fireworks with every stroke. My orgasm is suddenly close, everything about it crowding my senses, and I grab his shoulders.
“Too fast. Too soon.”
His mouth finds mine again, the kiss he gives me slow and languorous and totally at odds with the deep pounding of his cock. “Don’t worry, little dancer,” he whispers in my ear. “I promised to make you come all night, remember?”
I do remember, and I’m not entirely sure that a full night of him won’t kill me. He reaches between us, just tapping my clit with his fingers, and I explode. Screaming. I wrap myself around Julian, using him as an anchor as my orgasm rips through me. Fierce, devastating pleasure makes me shake, my pussy clamping down on his cock. I hear him groan, but barely through the roaring in my ears. It’s like lightning in my limbs, a bright flash, gone as soon as it came, and I fall back onto the bed, quivering.
“Shit.” Julian laughs, and I feel it everywhere, considering that he’s still hard, still inside me. “You didn’t come,” I say.
He nips at my neck, following the scrape of his teeth with gentle sweeps of his tongue. “Good thing I have plenty of time for that. I’m not stopping now.”
I’m still catching my breath, but the way he looks at me makes me feel like I have no oxygen at all. “All night?”
“All. Fucking. Night.”
He thrusts into me again, burst of pleasure crashing through me, and I close my eyes. I don’t ever want him to stop.
7
The next night, the air is cool and perfect as I lean against my car, waiting for Cosette. We drove in together today, since we started our shifts at the same time, and agreed that we’d drive home together. I figured she’d be right out, but she’s late. The ride here was tense and quiet, everything that’s been building up between us feeling like a wall that’s too thick to break through with words. But her even agreeing to ride with me feels like a step in the right direction considering how she’s been avoiding me. On top of everything else, I think she’s seeing someone and hasn’t told me who. Cosette is usually bursting with details about her sex life.
I’ve heard her bring someone back to the apartment a couple of times, and I haven’t asked her who it is. I would feel a little hypocritical asking for details about her love life when I’m not willing to share the details of mine. It’s strange, wanting to be the one who spills all the details, but somehow, I don’t think she’d like that I’m sleeping with our boss. I don’t want to do anything to push her further away from me or make her more unhappy. I want to tell her about Julian…I’m just not sure exactly how to do it. I glance at my phone. It’s a half-hour since our shift ended, and I’m tired. Maybe Cosette forgot that we were going straight home and got caught up talking with someone? It happens. I toss my bag in my car, and head back towards the club to look for her. I’m halfway to the club when Cosette stumbles out of it, wrapped in the arms of a man. She’s giggling, and I can already tell that she’s drunk. More than drunk, she’s wasted. I know that laugh. The way they’re lurching, he might be drunk too. Together they stumble across the parking lot towards a car, and for a second, I can’t move. What the hell is she doing? Getting in a car with someone who’s just as wasted as she is?
I find my feet again, running across the lot to her. I call her name a second before I reach her, grabbing her shoulder and turning her around. “Cosette!” She spins towards me, glaring. “Where are you going? I thought we were going home.”