Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I kiss her the same way I fuck her, with slow, methodical movements, hoping to convey how much she means to me and how much I want her. Praying that tonight is only the beginning and not the end of what we could have together.
With my pelvis grinding against hers, she comes hard around my cock, moaning her pleasure into my mouth, and I follow, draining every drop into her.
When we’ve both gotten our breathing under control, I carry her into the bathroom, and we shower together. I wash her hair, and she washes my body. After two back-to-back orgasms, my dick shouldn’t be able to stand at attention, but when she drops to her knees, wraps her fingers around the shaft, and licks my head, I’m a fucking goner.
My back hits the wall, and I watch as she takes me in as far as she can go, stroking and licking and sucking until I’m coming down her throat.
“Fuck, woman. I think you’ve drained me of my soul,” I tell her as I help her to her feet. She throws her head back with a laugh, and I grip the curves of her hips, pulling her toward me so I can kiss her slim neck. I pepper kisses along her wet flesh and over to her ear. “Spend the night,” I whisper, praying she’ll agree.
When she looks up at me, our eyes locking, I hope I haven’t pushed my luck.
“Okay,” she breathes. “But I’ll need something to sleep in.”
I have no idea how the hell we got to this point—fucking and spending the night together—but I’m sure as hell not going to question it.
After we’re showered and dressed, Kendall crawls into the bed, and I join her. For about a second, I consider giving her some space, but then I remember that tonight is all I have, so instead of keeping to my side of the bed, I tug her toward me, tucking her into my side. And that’s how we fall asleep—with her snuggled against me and our legs intertwined.
Prying my eyes open, I find the other side of the bed empty and wonder if last night was a dream. And if it wasn’t, does that mean she left?
I climb out of bed and go in search of her, hoping like hell she’s still here. I find her in the kitchen, cooking. She’s still wearing my clothes, and she’s shaking her ass to the music playing on the living room television. Instead of alerting her to my presence, I take a few moments to watch her. Since she asked me to make her forget last night, I’ve spent every moment trying to memorize every detail, not wanting to forget a single second of my time with her. Knowing all too soon that our time will come to an end.
“Hey, you,” she says, turning around. “Hungry?” She reaches into the oven and pulls out a pan. The scent is sweet, and my stomach rumbles. “I ran to the corner store early this morning and whipped up some homemade cinnamon rolls and bacon.”
She baked. It’s what she does when she’s stressed.
“They smell delicious.”
She smiles softly and turns off the stove, removing the pan. She lifts the lid, and the scent of bacon wafts in the air, overpowering the cinnamon.
“Try a piece,” she says, picking up a slice and extending her hand.
I step toward her and lift her onto the counter, stepping between her legs. Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t stop me as I grip her thighs and lean in, opening my mouth so I can take a bite.
She feeds me the bacon, alternating between giving herself and me nibbles, and then she moves onto the cinnamon rolls, forking us each a bite.
“This is delicious. Sweet…” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Just like you.” I swipe my finger across the top of the rolls, scooping up some icing, and then run my finger along the seam of her lips. Once they’re covered with icing, I dip my head and lick across her lips, making her moan.
“The rolls are good, but I think I’d rather have you for breakfast.”
Food forgotten, she wraps her legs around my waist, and I take her back to my room, where I eat her until she comes, and then I fuck her until she comes again. And the entire time, I wish for time to freeze and for this moment, this morning, to never end.
“My phone won’t stop vibrating,” Kendall groans, nuzzling her face into my neck. “Make it stop.” After I had her for breakfast, we fell back asleep for a little while, but the sound of her phone going off must’ve woken her up.
I reach over and grab her phone from the nightstand, ready to turn it off, but then I see the name Kyle on the screen and freeze.