Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 135799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
My back begins to arch from the bed. “Ell . . . Oh God.” I throw my head back in pleasure. “Get up here. Get up here. Get up here,” I begin to chant. “Now.” I sit up and pull his face by the hair up to meet me. “Elliot, now!”
We stare at each other, my arousal glistening on his big, beautiful lips.
Just like I used to imagine.
Without a word he pushes me back to the mattress and spreads my legs, rolls a condom on, and kneels over me. He lifts my foot up and kisses it and then puts it over his shoulder. He kisses my other foot and puts it over his other shoulder.
In this position, I’m completely at his mercy.
We stare at each other and then he drags his tip through the lips of my sex, back and forth, back and forth.
I can’t breathe as I wait for him.
He walks over me on his hands, my legs still up, and he pushes in a little.
I cling to him, and he kisses me softly. He pushes forward again and I tense.
Ouch.
That smarts.
His grip on my calf muscles tightens and I put my hands on his shoulders, “Ell, careful,” I whisper.
His forehead furrows. “Nobody’s ever called me that before.”
“That’s a lie,” I whisper. “I just did.”
“Smart-ass.” He smiles as he pushes in further.
“Ouch,” I whimper. I cling to him, my fingers digging into his back.
“Nearly there, baby. Nearly there,” he whispers softly.
I screw up my face, oh God . . . he’s . . . “Stop, stop, stop,” I whimper. “Give me a minute.”
He drops and kisses me, his tongue dancing with mine, and I hold him close in my arms. We kiss for a long time and it’s then, with tenderness between us, that my body opens up and lets him completely in.
He circles his hips, first one way and then the other as he stretches me out.
Desperation builds between us and our kiss gets rougher.
He spreads his knees and pulls out, he slides back in, he does it again and again, until finally I’m loose and then he lets me have it.
With his hard and thick pumps, the bed begins to hit the wall with force. His jaw hangs slack and with his dark hair falling over his perspiration-clad face, I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so perfect.
Elliot Miles fucks like he does business, hard and unapologetic.
I knew he’d be something else, I just didn’t know it would be everything.
His teeth are on my neck, his hands are on my ass, his cock filling every last inch of my body. But it’s the moans that are coming out of him, the moans of sheer pleasure . . .
My eyes roll back in my head.
The possession, the burn . . .
Oh . . .
The absolute best sex of my life.
My toes begin to curl and I shudder hard as I clench around him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls as he hits the sweet spot. “Yessss.” He holds himself deep and I cry out as I come hard. I feel the telling jerk as he tips his head back and I smile up at him in awe.
Our eyes are locked and then, with unexpected tenderness, he bends and kisses me.
It’s soft and raw and intimate and everything that this isn’t supposed to be. I feel the last of my defenses slip from my reach.
“You’re incredible, Kate Landon,” he whispers.
“I know, right?” I tease as I hold him tight.
He smiles into my neck. “I better check again though, just to make sure.” He flips me over. “This time I’m going to be thorough.”
ELLIOT
I lie on my side, propped up on my elbow, and watch her as she sleeps. The sun is peeping through the sides of the drapes and as the time passes, with more light, I can see her more. Her honey hair is splayed across the pillow, her big lips are pouty, and her eyelashes flutter sporadically as if she’s dreaming.
She rolls onto her back and for the first time I see her exposed neck.
Fuck.
Teeth marks all over it. The bruising only faint, but still there. With trepidation I peel down the blankets to look over the rest of her body.
Her full breasts rise and fall as she breathes and it’s all I can do not to lean over and suck them. She definitely delivers in that department.
Who am I kidding? She delivers in every department.
My eyes roam down over her stomach and I frown when I get to her hips: four distinct bruises. I sit up so I can see her other hip and am appalled to find the same.
Finger marks.
I get a vision of us toward the end of last night, her on her knees on the bed with me standing behind her. The grip I had on her hips, the way she rode my cock . . . I feel the slow tantric beat of blood pumping through my body as I harden again.