Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 880(@200wpm)___ 704(@250wpm)___ 587(@300wpm)
He strokes my hair, giving me a half smile as he stares right back at me.
“What are you thinking about?” he says.
“What do you mean?”
“I can see when your brain is whirring. You chew on the inside of your lip, just a touch, like this.”
He shows me and I laugh out loud, because it’s so subtle that nobody has ever noticed that before, apart from Mum and Dad. Oh, and Connor, of course. Jackass came to know it over time, but not at the beginning.
“Come on,” he says. “What are you thinking about?”
“Just stuff.”
God, I could cringe, but he pulls me closer.
“How about I take a guess?” he says, then nips at my ear. “I guess you’re thinking about how fucking amazing life is right now, being in bed, cuddled up like a pair of loved up, lovebirds.”
I giggle. “Maybe.”
“I guess you’re thinking about how crazy it is to feel like this, so fast it’s insane. And wondering if this can be as real as it seems, because that would be off the charts incredible.”
I go quiet at that, my heart racing as he kisses my cheek. He’s got me nailed.
“You know how I know that?” he asks.
“Um, because I’m as easy to read as a book, and I do the lip chewing thing?”
He smirks. “No. It’s because I’m thinking exactly the same things. And you know the answer I’m coming to?”
“Enlighten me.”
“I’m pretty certain it’s real.”
Oh, how my heart is pounding. “Pretty certain?”
He tips his head from side to side, not in the least bit self-conscious.
“I’d say certain certain, actually.” He looks right back at me. “Last night, when I was pacing around this place, waiting to hear from you, I figured I’d be worked up, getting all paranoid about the Amy bullshit. But you know what? I was fine. My only concern was that you were safe and having fun. That amount of trust feels surreal after being fucked over so bad, but I’m calling it intuition. I’m gonna trust my gut on this one.”
“And what does your gut say?”
“My gut says this is the real deal, Ells.”
I feel something then. Not just the usual butterflies fluttering around my stomach, but it’s my heart. Like I can really feel it in my heart, like a blooming flower…
“What?” he says, frowning.
And now I’m blushing.
“I was just having a listen to my gut,” I tell him.
“And?”
“My gut said tit for tat.”
“It did?”
I reply with my lips, kissing him with a fervour, my spiralling butterflies craving release. I need him against me. I need him inside me. I love the way he nips at my neck as he rolls on top, taking control.
“It won’t make any difference who you fuck every night,” he says. “Just as long as you come home to me. Your body can have as much fun as it wants, with whichever clients you choose, just as long as I’m the one your heart belongs to.”
“You don’t need to worry about that,” I tell him as he shunts my legs apart. “My heart doesn’t stray. Ever. Just so long as it’s the same in return.”
“That’s a certainty.”
I smile. “Tit for tat?”
“Yeah, tit for fucking tat.”
I spread myself for him, desperate all over again, even though I’m still bruised as fuck.
“You sure about this?” he asks as he lines his cock up. “You must still be feeling it from last night.”
Yeah, I am still feeling it from last night, but I don’t care. I’m practically drooling as I reply. “Who could say no to a slammer from the beast?” I tease my pussy against his cock head.
“Is that what I am, a beast?” he asks, nudging my clit.
“Beast, Adonis, King of the hardcorers, yeah, that’s what you are.”
“Right, then. I’d better live up to it.”
He inches inside me, slowly, each barbell making me wince. It’s beautiful.
I hook my legs up around his, urging him on.
“Is this slammer number one of your five a day?” I joke, remembering him telling me he comes at least five times every day. “Your body must think you’re impregnating a whole damn tribe.”
“A big tribe, given how fast my balls fill up. I’ve given myself a lot of training.”
I think of all the people he must fuck week to week. How many people get his cum inside them. How many people taste his lips on theirs.
I get a lurch in my stomach. Intrigue. Fascination.
“Best get yourself emptied then,” I tell him, clenching around his girth.
“I’ll try not to slam you too hard,” he says, angling his dick in just the right spot and giving it a little nudge back and forth.
“That’s nice,” I tell him.
He goes a little deeper, a little faster, making me moan.
“Just warming you up,” he says.
“I’m already plenty warmed up,” I tell him, “give me your best slammer. I need one.”