Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
He wore a savage expression as he looked into my eyes.
Carter slammed into me repeatedly, his breathing harsh, uneven. “Tell me you’re mine, even if it’s only for tonight.”
My climax rose again at the dominance in his words.
I bit my lip, canted my hips to take him deeper, and said what he wanted. “I’m yours, Carter.”
“Jesus,” he swore and let his head fall back, closing his eyes, and he gripped my waist so hard, but the pain was fucking incredible.
His head was thrown back, his neck muscle straining, and his teeth bared as he hissed and pumped into me once, twice, and on the third time, he rolled his hips and stilled. He came hard, his cock jerking in me, his cum so thick and hot I felt him coating me.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.
I let my arms fall to either side of me and caught my breath. I was sweaty and already sore, and it was the most wonderful feeling.
Carter pulled out of me with a groan, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he stared at my pussy. A second later, I felt his cum slip from me. He groaned and ran a finger up and down my slit, gathering what came out of me before pushing it back inside.
“You’re so fucking hot,” I murmured. The thick length of his cock glistened with a mixture of my wetness and his cum, the stalk still so big, even though he was only semi-hard now.
With a light slap to my sensitive pussy, Carter lay beside me, covered us with the duvet, and pulled me in close. He kissed the top of my head—an act that seemed so gentle after what we’d just done.
“Get some rest, because I’m going to fuck you two more times before the sun rises.”
Chapter
Seven
MINA
For as much champagne as I’d had the night before, it wasn’t my head that ached.
My pussy was sore as hell… in the best of ways.
I shifted onto my back and blinked open my eyes, staring at the ceiling.
I looked over to the other side of the bed, seeing it was empty. Sliding my palm over the sheets, my fingers came across the coldness that told me Carter hadn’t been beside me in quite a while.
I was surprised at the wave of disappointment I felt at that knowledge. I shouldn’t want to see him after a one-night stand, right?
As incredible as it was, I’d never actually took part in a “one and done” kind of thing, and I’m sure the awkwardness was intense.
But it was hard not to want more. He’d been so attentive, so thorough. I thought about what he said to me, how he got me off so many times I lost count.
I remembered how he put my pleasure before his own. I’d been his priority. Him getting me off had been what had gotten him off ultimately.
I stared at the ceiling once more, every little twinge and twitch of my muscles reminding me of the mind-blowing sex I had with Carter.
I’d just closed my eyes when I heard the water running in the bathroom. I opened them again and turned my head in that direction, and a second later, the bathroom door cracked, and light spilled out into the small entryway of the hotel room.
And then Carter walked out, buck naked, every sharp, masculine angle and plane of his body on display.
I was pretty sure my heart stopped and then restarted at the sight of him. He certainly didn’t look like the other older men I’d seen throughout my life.
His physique was chiseled, and I wanted to know his workout routine, not because I cared or wanted to do it myself, but just so I could envision him at the gym… all sweaty, possibly shirtless.
My body heated all over again. The traitorous bitch.
I’d never felt such arousal before. It was consuming to where it irritated me, because I felt like I had no control over my body.
I gathered the sheets, pulling them up to rest right under my chin as if hiding my body would save me.
He stopped when he got to the end of the bed, and although the curtains were closed and the room was dark as night, he left the bathroom light on, so there was still that glow that illuminated the space.
Shadows hugged him, wrapping around the dips and hollows of his abdomen, the curves and bulges of his biceps.
I let my gaze travel along his defined pectoral muscles, down his six-pack, and stopped at the erection he sported.
God, he was so hard. And when he gripped the base with his big hand and started stroking himself, I felt my jaw come unhinged.
I looked back at his face, saw how hot his eyes were as all that primal desire was reflected.
Carter reached out, gripped the bottom of the sheet, and dragged it down, exposing my nudity.