Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Maybe Harriet wanted to make sure no one made out in any of her rooms, so she locked them.
Frustration wells inside me until Heather pulls me to the opposite side of the hallway to a partly hidden room behind the wide staircase.
The heavy wooden door creaks open, and I wince at the sound, wondering if there are CCTV cameras installed just above it and if someone’s watching us right now. I check and there’s none.
Thank you, Jesus.
The door closes behind us, and the smell hits me first—musty and a rich, earthy scent. This room is vast, with towering shelves filled with books, stretching up toward the vaulted ceiling. The lights are dimmed, the warm glow barely reaching the far corners of the library, casting shadows along the shelves.
A thick Persian rug muffles our footsteps, but that’s as far as I get. Heather takes me to one dark corner and pulls me in for a kiss. It’s hot, urgent, and hungry. Too hungry. Everything has led to this. All those arguments and pranks and now we’re pouncing on each other like there’s no tomorrow.
We’re a tangle of limbs as I back her toward the nearest shelf, forcing myself to go slower. I break the kiss only to gather her skirts and lift them so I can have access to her sweet, sweet pussy.
My pulse pounds in my temple, and my cock is so hard to the point of pain. I take her mouth in another fiery kiss before dipping a finger in her slit, only to find her fucking wet.
So many teasing remarks spring to my head, but I don’t say any of them. I just want to please her, and after years of jerking off to thoughts and photos of her, I want to finally feel her pulsing around me.
Thank God for her heels because we’re at the same height, and I can easily wrap her one leg around my waist, nipping her bottom lip while hooking her panties to the side.
“I can’t wait anymore, Heath. I need to be inside you.”
The words come out a growl as I wedge the tip of my cock at her entrance, hissing at how tight she already feels around the head. As much as I want to be rough and slam to the hilt inside her, I don’t want to rip her in half. This needs to be as good for her as it will be for me.
I already confessed part of my feelings, now she needs to see it through my actions. Her pleasure is my priority. It will be from this day forward.
With one hand on her thigh and the other cupping her jaw, I slide inside her inch by inch, going against every instinct to ram my hips.
But Heather surprises me by meeting me halfway, pushing against me like she can’t wait to take my cock. If that’s the case, who am I to deprive her of what she wants?
I rest both hands on her waist as I drive myself home, watching as she arches her back and lifts her face to the ceiling, her lips parting in a whimper.
God-fucking-dammit. I almost come from her reaction alone.
My fingers dig into her as I slide in and out of her cunt, hissing at the way she suctions around me, milking me and making me lose my damned mind. Heather leans against the shelves, and it’s a good thing they seem sturdy because there’s no creaking and no other sound except our heavy breaths, my grunts, and her moans.
Her hands tunnel through my hair, and she grabs a fistful, yanking my head back. The stinging pain is so unexpected but not unwelcome that it drives me closer to the edge.
I bury my face in the crook between her neck and shoulder and suck the sensitive skin. It’s going to leave a mark, and she’ll wear it for the next few days. I’ve claimed her as mine and fuck yes I will brand her.
My hips don’t stop moving, and Heather rotates hers too, but when I push deeper into her and ram forward then upward, she sucks in a breath and lets out a moan so loud I’m 50% sure all the other guests can hear.
So my Heather is a screamer, eh? I should’ve known.
My rhythm changes after she slumps backward, her eyes at half-mast and smiling at me softly. It’s my turn.
With my mouth against hers, my thrusts become frantic, wild, and uncoordinated, pleasure building in increasing waves. Every muscle in my body goes tight, tense, and hot. Then my tether snaps, my own orgasm blinding me.
Fucking hell. It feels like I’ve just released a dam of come inside her, hot spurts filling her, some sliding down her leg.
I kiss her one more time and rest my forehead on hers. “I’m not letting you go, Heath. Never. You’re mine.”