Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 153268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 766(@200wpm)___ 613(@250wpm)___ 511(@300wpm)
Making sure I hovered far away from his stomach, I grabbed the root of his cock, lowering my head and licking along the shaft, a happy noise escaping from the back of my throat. He tasted earthy and sweet, just right.
“Heaven is not a place, it is a person, and it is you.” He arched his back, chasing my small mouth. “Fuck, Dot, how am I going to let you go?”
Keep me. My chest tightened, and I tried to push the thought to the back of my head. What was I thinking? I couldn’t give my heart to a man. Couldn’t risk the emotional bloodbath Franco had left behind. I had loved him. I truly did. He was my first taste of a relationship, and he taught me that love is doomed, and that men would use and abuse you if you let them.
Row began working the button and zipper of my jeans, going for a sixty-nine. I kicked my jeans off eagerly, my heel colliding with his cheekbone in the process. “Oops!”
“Baby, you can stomp all over my face and I’ll say thank you.”
I giggled into his dick, licking it eagerly like a lollipop.
“Now put your cunt on my face before I die.”
“Is that a request or an order?”
“It’s a fucking plea.”
I scooted backward, shoved my panties to one side, and sank into his hot mouth, his tongue erect and ready, disappearing inside my pussy.
Row smacked the back of his hospital bed, writhing with pleasure. “Shit.”
“Problem?” I sank my knees deeper into the thin mattress, mindful of his injured torso, taking his dick back into my mouth and giving it a good suck while pumping the base with my fist.
“A big one.” He arched his back, gripping my waist and rubbing his straight teeth along my vagina. “You’ve just ruined sex with anyone else for me. Might have to keep you after all.”
There was something incredibly hot about hearing his blissed-out grunts of pleasure without seeing his face as I sucked him off, as he pleasured me with his mouth and fingers, going down on me.
“Hmm.” I threw my head back, bracing my hands against his knees to support my balance. “You wouldn’t like that. I’m messy.”
“Orderliness is overrated.”
My tits were bouncing up and down joyfully as I rode his fingers and tongue like they were his cock. My thigh muscles cried, but the rest of my body hummed with pleasure. I pumped his dick harder and faster as he jerked in my fist. “I’m too eccentric.”
“You’re just the right amount of chaos for me.”
Were we really having this conversation now? While the walls of my pussy were squeezing against his fingers?
“I would bore you,” I choked out, his fingertip hitting my G-spot again and again, the orgasm clawing up my spine like ivy.
“You’re a lot of fucking things, Cal Litvin, but boring has never been one of them.” He penetrated me deeper.
“Row?” I gasped desperately, falling down on my elbows as I jerked him off faster, my triceps burning, watching his sleek, huge dick dripping down my fist like an erupting volcano. I knew he got a good look at my ass crack from his position, and somehow, I felt entirely comfortable baring my all to him. “I’m coming.”
Crashing down on his face again, I moaned when shocks of electricity zipped through me. Row grunted, and I leaned down and put his cock in my mouth, letting him come inside it.
After we both came, I pulled my pants up and covered him gingerly. I went to unlock the door, then returned to stand by his bed, suddenly unsure what to do next.
Row looked flushed and extra gorgeous and—might I add—in perfect health. He patted the space next to him on the bed. “Hop on.”
“Someone could walk in,” I pointed out, before slapping a hand over my mouth. “Holy shit, what if there are cameras in the room?”
“Then they’re welcome for the performance of their lives.” Row’s voice was devoid of emotion. “This is what I call a million-dollar cum shot.”
I swatted his chest, feeling contemplative all of a sudden. Things he found funny weren’t funny to me. The idea that someone had seen us made me want to vomit.
“Hey.” He squeezed my hand. “You look pale.”
“I’m okay,” I lied. I wasn’t. I was never going to be a person who was down with having sex in exotic places. Especially since some internet sites still had pictures of my tits.
“Look at me, Dot. I was just kidding. I was out of line. I didn’t think…I forgot…” He raked his hair, shaking his head. “I’m not Franco. I would never put your safety and boundaries in jeopardy. I promise you that, okay?”
“Okay.” I hated how small and uncertain my voice sounded. How I was falling down the rabbit hole of my trauma.