Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Even now, when he was so close to coming, his dick swollen and stiff between my lips, he paid attention to my body, to my needs, to make sure I was right there with him. Warmth exploded from my core as he flicked my clit rapidly with his tongue while adding a third finger, stretching my pussy out until I detonated on his face. My scream was lost as he arched beneath me, his salty hot cum covering my tongue and throat as I tried to remember how to swallow when I was having the best orgasm of my life.
Sizzling hot waves of erotic energy seared through me and I pulled off his cock with a gasp while Ramón drew my orgasm out further. By the time the last shock had burned through me I was done. D.O.N.E done. Every inch of my body quivered, and my clit pulsed with the racing beat of my heart. I managed to crawl off Ramón, but he didn’t let me go far, pulling me back to his side so I could rest my cheek on his chest.
I managed to sling one arm over him, and basically petted the hair on his chest while I lay there in what amounted to sexual shock. The endorphins roaring through my body were stronger than anything I’d ever experienced, and I could tell by Ramón’s occasional full body twitch that he was still feeling the effects of his release as well. The scent of sex and passion hung heavy in the air and as I gently drifted down from my high, I snuggled close into Ramón’s side.
“Wow,” he said in a rough croak, then cleared his throat again. “Damn, woman.”
Laughing softly, I sat up on my elbow to look down at him in the weak morning light coming in around the curtains. While we’d been busy frolicking, the sun had risen enough to allow me to see him. When I examined him, I noticed dark shadows on his skin. A closer inspection revealed bruises on his torso that rivaled mine, as well as a mark on his jaw and some swelling on his cheek.
Alarm filled me as I sat up, my hands fluttering over his injuries as I was torn between the need to soothe him, and not accidentally hurt him more. “What happened?”
His formerly warm gaze hardened, and he clenched his jaw. “Don’t worry about it. I put some medicine on the worst of it, and I’ll be good as new in a few days.”
“Don’t worry about it?” A shiver went through me, but this time it wasn’t a good one. “What do you mean don’t worry about it? Ramón, you’ve been hurt!”
“Sweetheart, I’m really tired. Can we fight about this later?”
He went to grab my hand, but I pulled away, not liking his patronizing tone one bit. “Why won’t you tell me what happened?”
“Because it’s none of your business, Joy. Now drop it.”
The coldness of his words iced through me, and I scrambled off the bed, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and naked. “Fine. Consider it dropped.”
“Joy…” He ran both of his hands through his hair like I was the unreasonable one. “Not now. I’m too exhausted for this shit.”
“Fine.”
He watched me throw on a loose cream silk dress, his arms behind his head, his expression one of exasperation. “Come back to bed.”
“No.”
“Baby…”
I ignored him, shoving my feet into a pair of cork wedge sandals before striding across the room to grab my purse.
“Where are you going?”
“Away from you.”
“Joy…” This time there was a clear warning rumble in his voice. “Enough. Come here.”
“Tell me what happened to you and I will.”
“Can’t you just give it a rest? I’m fucking tired, and I don’t need you bitching at me.”
“Bitching at you? Ramón, you’ve been hurt, refuse to tell me what happened, and you think I’m just throwing around drama? Fuck you.” I glared at him as he sat up, a band of sunlight illuminating his jaw. I was right, a big bruise was forming there like someone had hit him hard. Memories of what it felt like to be beaten filled me, and I had to fight back tears, my emotions a whirlwind that I barely had a grasp on.
A harsh sweat broke out over me as I touched the aching bruises on my ribs, then whispered, “I expect you not to be here when I get back.”
A stricken look crossed his face, but I didn’t let myself stay to see what his reaction was. Instead, I practically ran through the house with Ramón’s voice following me as he yelled my name. After darting through the kitchen, I went to the rack of keys on the wall next to the door leading to the garage. Mark had pointed them out yesterday and told me to feel free to take his SUV if I needed to run any errands. Clutching my purse in my hand, I grabbed the set and quickly unlocked the doors to a deep red Land Rover. Ramón still yelled for me from somewhere in the house, but his voice became muffled as I slammed the door behind me.