Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 140767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 704(@200wpm)___ 563(@250wpm)___ 469(@300wpm)
“Yeah. That’s the one.”
He’s utterly confused now, silently wondering how I’ve gone from showing him I’ve made my underwear disappear to talking about a day I was barely hanging on by a thread.
While I take his index finger and slide it inside me, I lean forward until my lips are right beside his ear. “When I took a shower that day, I touched myself. Just like this. I got myself off. While thinking about you.”
“Eduardo! Check, please!”
We didn’t eat dinner. Barely touched our glasses of wine. But somehow, Remy managed to get us back to our private beach house in thirty minutes flat.
And let me tell you, the whole ride back was a true lesson in self-restraint. For the entire drive, he wouldn’t stop touching me. Wouldn’t remove his finger from inside me.
It was the sweetest fucking torture I’ve ever experienced in my life.
The second the driver pulled up to our rental, I hopped out of the cab and headed straight for the bedroom, leaving Remy to handle paying the fare. Now, I’m completely naked and not-so-patiently waiting for him to come find me on the bed.
And it doesn’t take him long to step past the threshold of the bedroom door. The instant he spots me, his eyes flash with the kind of heat that promises pleasure.
“Oh, Maria.” He tsks his tongue. “I’m getting the sense that you’re wanting to be bad tonight.”
Yes. Yes, I do.
He stands at the foot of the bed now and crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze raking along my naked body. “Is that what you want? To be a bad girl tonight?”
I swallow. Nod.
“Then, get on all fours,” he demands.
Oh boy.
I don’t hesitate to follow through. Onto my belly, I push myself up onto my hands and knees, my ass pointed toward the head of the bed and my face toward Remy.
Like he’s the lion and I’m his prey, he stalks around me, moving from one side of the bed to the other. It’s intense and hot, and the vulnerability and rawness of my position make a throbbing ache form between my thighs.
And then his hands are on me, his fingers gentle whispers across my skin. First, up my legs and then over my ass, and they don’t stop until they’re at the nape of my neck. He grips my hair and tugs back with a gentle but firm pull. “I think since you didn’t eat dinner, I should feed you. What do you think, Maria? Are you hungry for my cock?”
Oh, holy shit.
“Because I can tell you,” he continues, “my cock is ready for you. Those little secrets of yours have kept me hard since the instant they left your dirty little mouth.”
He moves to the edge of the bed, positioning his body right in front of my face. His hands undo the button on his pants, and then he’s pulling himself out, proving that his words aren’t bullshit. Proving that he’s hard…so incredibly hard that his cock looks almost angry. The head is swollen and pink, and his length is so rigid it’s just jutting out from his body.
I feel wild. Crazy. And it’s everything I want. Everything I wanted to happen when I decided to remove my panties before we left the house. Tonight, I want to see Remy lose control. I want us both to let go completely and just give in to pleasure, in to dirty fucking desire.
“Feed me,” I whisper toward him, my lashes fluttering as I look up and into his eyes. “Please?”
“Fuck me,” he mutters, but he also steps closer to the bed, grips himself in his hand, and slowly slides his cock into my now-open mouth.
He is thick and hard and perfect, and I take as much of him as I can. He tastes and feels like silk and velvet and Remy, and I flick my tongue up and down his length as I suck him back toward my throat.
A growl escapes his lips when he sees that he’s too big for me to take him entirely into my mouth, and I have to squeeze my thighs together to try to ease the building ache that’s growing within me.
It’s erotic, hedonism on ecstasy, and it’s something I don’t think I’ll ever forget for the rest of my life. I swear, I’ll be fantasizing about this when I’m ninety-five and getting ready to take my last breath.
Normally, Remy is always so careful with me. It’s fucking invigorating to see him lose control like this. It makes me feel crazy with power and confidence because I am the one who’s doing this to him. I’m the one who can make him feel like this.
His hips jerk forward when I suck him as deep as I can go.
“Fuck me, Maria, you’re so good at this,” he says through a groan and reaches down to grip the strands of hair at my neck. He tugs on them again, gently forcing my head back so that my eyes meet his and only the tip of his cock remains in my mouth.