Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
She reaches down between us and wraps her hand around my cock and then slides it to her entrance. “I don’t want anything between us either.”
As soon as I’m at her center, my tip slides in, and I grunt as she adjusts to me. I let my forehead fall to her chest with a groan. She’s so tight and I want to make this good for her. She lifts her hips, and I slide into her a little farther, groaning as I inch into her.
She pulls at my chin, forcing me to look up at her. “Don’t hold back, Dalton. Please, don’t hold back from me.”
Her blue eyes are a navy blue right now, and there’s no hiding the desire in them. I push into her until I bottom out. Her eyebrows arch to her hairline, and her pupils dilate even further. Her cunt holds on to me, and I struggle to pull out of her and then push back in. Over and over, I move, and she meets me thrust for thrust.
The whole time, I look into her eyes, and I can’t look away. Watching her makes everything more intense, and I feel as if my heart is going to explode.
She arches her back and loops her arms around my waist, pulling me to her. Her legs wrap around my hips, and she’s begging me, “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Never.” I grunt as I reach between us, flicking my thumb across her engorged clit. Her pussy gets hotter. She’s slick as I push in and out of her.
“Yes.” She moans, taking me.
“Come for me, Gia.”
She comes, squeezing my manhood in a vise.
I pummel my hips, shooting my seed deep inside her, the whole time knowing that I don’t want this to end.
CHAPTER 15
GIA
I thought I could do this, but I’m not a girl that does flings. I read and promote romance books. Of course, I want the happily ever after.
The sun is not up yet, but I’ve lain awake for the last hour, enjoying being in Dalton’s arms, listening to his steady breaths and burrowing into his warmth. Last night was amazing, and I could get used to this.
I open my eyes and look at the clock on the side table. It’s three in the morning, and I know Dalton will be getting up soon. It will be a while before the boys get here, but it’s better to pull myself together. I try to slide out from his arm, but he stops me, pulling me closer to him. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I should get up before the boys get here.”
He kisses the top of my head as he tightens his hold on me. “It will be hours before they get home.”
“But…” I start, and he doesn’t let me finish.
“You’ll be leaving soon, and I don’t want to waste a second of it, Gia.”
Ask me to stay. The thought fills my head, and I have to force myself from saying it out loud. It’s ridiculous, I know. We just met, and who knows what the future holds, but it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I want to stay.
I’m tense as he holds me, but he rubs his hands up and down my bare back, and I can’t resist melting into him. “Tell me about your job.”
I struggle to keep up with the change in topic, and he says, “I know you read and promote romance books. I’ve seen your videos, and they’re good.”
I’ve always struggled with compliments, but I whisper, “Thank you.”
“So doing those videos makes you money?”
I nod against his chest. “I get paid from the social media apps, but I also get paid from authors to promote their books too. I only promote a book if I read it and loved it. I won’t promote books that I don’t like. I try to be upfront and honest about it all. I want people to know they can trust me.”
“I read some of your comments. From reading those, I’d say you’ve succeeded.”
I shrug, and he continues, “Some of the comments I didn’t like.”
I rise up to look at him. “Which ones?”
He locks his hands at the back of my waist. “The ones where men were wanting to jump into your DMs. It took me forever to figure out what that meant.”
“You mean direct messages?” I answer with a laugh.
He nods. “Yeah, they wanted to chat with you. Some of them were pretty explicit with what they wanted to do with you.”
I laugh, but he doesn’t think it’s funny. “I try not to read those.”
He doesn’t give it up, though. “But are you safe? Do these men know where you are?”
“I’m perfectly safe about things. I never give my location to people.”
“What about the event like the one you’re about to go to?”
I blow out a breath. “I usually stick with a buddy and stay in groups. There’s usually security at the events. I know it’s not completely ideal, but I do try and make smart decisions.”