Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 90098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
In a heartbeat, the heat disappeared behind me, and then I heard and felt him near my ear. I fucking shook.
“Get on your knees for me,” he whispered.
I couldn’t obey fast enough. I spun around and sank to my knees, and I peered up at him as I pulled out his cock from his sweats. Fuck yes, rock hard and ready.
“Only me,” he murmured.
I nodded and sucked him into my mouth, immediately hollowing out my cheeks and easing him down my throat.
He drew in a sharp breath, muscles tensing, and wove his fingers through my hair.
“Nice and wet,” he whispered.
I hummed and swirled my tongue around him, making sure to get him properly coated. And that was evidently all he allowed. Within seconds, he wanted me to face the wall again, so I sucked him real quick, just needing a taste—
“Now, Trace.”
Fine, if he was gonna bring out the bossy tone…
I stood up again, and I popped a kiss to his lips before I turned around, and I caught a brief glimpse of his smile. Then he was behind me, rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks, and I knew this would go fast. I braced myself—oh, fucking hell, there we go.
I screwed my eyes shut and slammed my fist against the wall. Not for the first time, I cursed myself for getting so fucking turned on by that initial fireball of pain as he buried himself all the way in. The hurt blazed through me with such intensity that I couldn’t draw breath.
“That what you wanted, bright spot?” he whispered in my ear. His voice was strained and rough, and I whimpered in response. And to his question. I nodded a little too, and my whole body broke out in a fever.
He owned my body with that cock of his.
While I recovered, he started fucking me in deep, unhurried thrusts, and he brought my free hand down to my cock. A silent request.
I finally managed to draw a ragged breath.
He fucked me.
I stroked myself.
He sucked on my neck.
I moaned embarrassingly loudly and began meeting every push.
With a tight grip on my hips, he yanked me out from the wall a bit, and then he picked up the pace.
“Jesus fuck,” he bit out.
Yeah. That. Holy fucking something—we were done with lube. The added friction when we just used spit intensified the burn, and I was rendered useless. It felt like the entire fuck was a long orgasm, or at least a wild buildup I couldn’t get enough of.
“Harder,” I moaned. “Fuck, I love that—just like that. Oh God.”
He groaned, fingertips digging painfully into my hips, and he drilled into me as if he couldn’t stop, as if there was no tomorrow. And then he hit another angle, and I cried out before I pressed my mouth against my arm.
“This is all mine, Trace.” He gave my ass a solid thwack and squeezed the flesh.
I couldn’t keep up with what was happening inside me. The storm surged too quickly and pushed me to the brink long before I was ready, but I couldn’t help it.
“I’m fucking coming,” I gritted out.
He grunted and slammed into me. “Let it all go.”
I was already there. I flipped my lid, and I had just enough wits about me to rub my cock through the orgasm. Fuck, rope after rope splattered against the wall, and I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were burning—my ass was burning. And the sensations grew hotter when he got off a beat or two later.
He slid his cock in and out of his release, fucking his climax deeper into me.
Why couldn’t I hear anyth—never mind. There was this rushing noise, but it faded slowly, until I heard our panting. Christ, I hadn’t even noticed I was breathing again.
Ben plastered himself to me, still buried deep, and pressed his face against my neck.
His chest heaved.
I swallowed dryly and let go of my cock.
Fuck, I had come everywhere.
“Ow,” I whispered as I tried to relax. My legs were cramping up.
“Want me to carry you to bed?” He smiled into the kiss he pressed below my ear.
I chuckled, out of breath. “How about a shower first? I feel like I’m covered in sweat and come.”
He rumbled a warm chuckle and cupped my cock. “Mm, perfectly sticky.”
I grinned to myself and inspected the wall.
What a way to christen the hallway.
One sacred Monday in the beginning of June, Sarah nearly ruined my date night by asking if I could watch Chip for a couple hours. She had a work event at some hospital association on North Wacker or thereabouts, and her man was at home with his flued-up kid.
Luckily for Sarah, Ben and I could switch from one beef joint to another, because a new place had opened up across the Franklin-Orleans bridge, and it was possible we’d already been there twice.