Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Starved for each other.
Each stroke brought new life to me.
New hope.
New dreams and wishes.
I started to sway my hips on his hard cock, kissing him deeper and harder.
Loving every second of it.
He. Was. Mine.
No matter what.
Aires
I kissed her one last time, letting my lips linger for a few more seconds before I rested my forehead against hers again, just wanting to look at her.
Her dilated eyes lured me in. Her long, messy hair draped around her face, spreading out between us. I resisted the urge to tug it back to kiss all along her neck.
Her collarbone.
Her breasts.
I just wanted to look at her.
So thankful she was still there with her.
I slowly moved my hands up her body, feeling the softness of her silky white skin as I continued my heated assault, and she withered beneath my touch.
Awaiting my next move.
“Get naked for me.”
She didn’t have to be told twice as she unwrapped the sash of her silk robe.
I smiled wide. “You weren’t wearing panties this entire time?”
She beamed, and it lit up her entire face.
Her nipples were hard, begging to be sucked. Her round, perky breasts accentuated her slender waist and luscious thighs.
“Jesus, how are you this perfect, Bay?”
She blushed as I slid my hand into her pussy, feeling her wetness on my fingers was the only healing I craved.
“You’re going right for it, huh?”
Grinning, I spread her juices along her mouth. Just craving the taste of her sweet pussy. She moaned as I gripped the back of her neck, causing my cock to twitch at the sound of her. I plunged my tongue into her awaiting mouth, sucking her lip between my teeth until I licked off all her salty sweetness.
Sliding my hand back down to her clit, I growled, “You’re so fucking wet,” into her mouth while manipulating her clit with the palm of my hand. “Yeah, Bay…just like that…fuck my hand.”
I pushed my middle and ring fingers into her soaking cunt, aiming them directly toward her G-spot.
“Ahhhh…” she panted while I finger-fucked her sweet spot.
“Yeah, gorgeous…” I teased, moving my fingers faster. “You like it right there, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Her legs shook.
Her body trembled.
She was close to losing control…
Shuddering.
Opening her legs wider.
“Just like that, gorgeous… Fuck my fingers; ride them like you’re riding my cock.”
Her pussy pulsated, squeezing my fingers so damn tight. Almost pushing them out as her come dripped down my hand.
“Aires…”
I let her ride out her orgasm until I ordered, “Pull out my cock and ride me like a good girl.”
Her eyes immediately opened, and she reached to grab my dick through the slit of my boxers.
“Yes…” she purred, breathless. Getting off on the back-and-forth motion of her clit, she slid against my dick.
I eased her up by her hip, holding the base of my cock for her to sit on. Positioning myself at her opening, I smiled.
Anticipating.
Giving her what she was silently expecting, I groaned, “I love you.”
Her lips parted, gradually sliding her pussy down my shaft. She breathed through the sting of my cock splitting her open.
Claiming her lips, I demanded, “Ride me, Bay.”
She slowly rocked her hips until she got used to the feeling of my cock deep inside her. Placing her hands against the headboard for more leverage, she swayed faster and harder. Causing her head to roll back. I took her nipple into my mouth, kneading the other one, unable to get enough of her.
Another moan escaped her throat. All I could hear was desire as I fondled her breasts and sucked on her nipples.
I shifted my hand back down to her clit. Her breathing escalated, bucking her hips forward.
“Aires…”
“Fuck me,” I growled from deep within my chest.
I could feel her pussy tighten, gripping my cock like a vise. I felt her shiver as she started kissing me more aggressively.
I kissed her jaw, her neck, deliberately making my way back to her lips. Her delicate hands glided down my chest.
“Fuck…” I growled. “You feel so fucking good.” I thrusted my hips upward before roughly gripping her hips again.
Moving her harder.
Faster.
Relentless in my pursuit of her pleasure.
Both our mouths parted, breathless, riding the high and longing to fall over the edge together. The second her pussy throbbed, pulsating long and hard, I thrust in and out a few more times.
But her coming was my undoing.
She was my undoing.
I wasn’t letting her go.
She was mine.
And now I knew she was aware of it too.
chapter thirty-three
Bailey
One week later, I was where I belonged.
We sat on Mulholland Drive, looking up at the stars. We were back in LA. Aires wanted to pack more clothes and grab a few things from his house, and I couldn’t resist showing him my favorite spot in California. I remembered all the times I’d been there alone, thinking about my career.
Now, it wasn’t the first thing on my mind anymore. Timing was everything. It all led us to this moment when I was once again sharing another part of me with him. We were sitting on his black 1965 Lincoln Continental with suicide doors. We were on the hood of the car, lying on a cozy blanket I grabbed off his bed. Our backs were to the windshield.