Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I didn’t know what came over me, but I slicked my finger through our mingled wetness and stroked it upward until it was poised over the pucker of her ass. She gasped but didn’t stop me. I pushed my wet finger down knuckle by knucle and watched as her body trembled.
“Fuck, baby,” I ground out. “Look at how perfect you are.”
“You…you’re going to make me come again.”
She pressed her ass back toward me, pushing my finger deeper into her. I added a second finger on her next push.
“My filthy girl.”
“Yours,” she agreed.
I withdrew my fingers to a whimpered protest and replaced it with my still-wet cock. Not inside, just stroking up and down between her ass cheeks. All those juices creating a slippery surface for me to press sweet friction against her hole.
“Whitt,” she gasped.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
I pressed the tip of my cock against her ass, and she moaned as I breached the tight ring. I nearly saw red at the feel of her. I wasn’t going to last long a second time with her begging for it. And, oh, how I wanted her to beg.
I pulled back and then went a little bit farther in, stretching her. “This?”
She responded by pushing backward against me.
“You’re going to need to relax. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her chest rose and fell a few times on the desk before she settled entirely, and I heard her whisper, “Do it.”
At her command, I could do nothing else. I pushed forward, slipping into the tight, muscled entrance and claiming it as my own as well. She cried out, tensing as I settled nearly all the way in. Then, a second later, she relaxed, shoving her ass harder against me, and I bottomed out.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. My hands tightened on her hips. “You feel fucking amazing, baby.”
“Can’t…can’t…” she muttered incoherently. She was a delirious mess on the desk. Her hair wild and her chest heaving.
I reached under our bodies and found her clit. Then, I stroked it to the tempo as I worked her ass. She squirmed to try to get away from the sensations assaulting her body. But I leaned my body down upon hers, pinning her to the desk. There was nowhere for her to go as I fucked her body and took what she’d offered. What she’d demanded.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered, and I felt her body shiver and contract as an orgasm hit her for a third time.
I continued strumming her clit as she rode it out. I felt every throb against my cock, and then just as she finished, I roared my approval, emptying a second time. My entire body constricting to that single solitary moment as the control I’d held for so long shattered.
She was mine.
Mine.
And I didn’t want any of it any other way.
Part V
Crescent Moons
28
Eve
I woke to the feel of a hard body pressed to my back and an arm holding my hip down. I yawned and rolled over to find Whitt fast asleep on the pillow next to me. After our festivities at the office, we’d skipped out on the rest of the party and come up to his hotel room. We’d enjoyed the jetted tub and had enough sex that I was going to be feeling it for days.
There was nothing I wanted to do less than get out of this bed.
I pressed a kiss to his lips. “Morning.”
“Mmm,” he murmured in his sleep.
“When is checkout?”
“Eleven,” he said, dragging me in closer.
“It’s already nine thirty.”
“Still an hour and a half.” His eyes fluttered open, and he found my lips again. “We can do a lot in that time.”
I chuckled. “It’s like you read my mind.”
I pushed him onto his back, hiked my leg up over his hip, and straddled him. His hands came to my thighs, digging into the muscle. I rocked back and forth on him and could already feel him stirring from the attention.
“You going to ride me?”
His eyes lingered on my mostly naked body. From my perky breasts to my bare stomach and lower, where my thong covered next to nothing. His fingers dug in harder.
“I get to be in control for once?” I teased.
His eyes flared. “You’re on top. You’re in charge.”
“Yes, sir.”
He grinned at the nickname and then flipped me over. My body slammed back into the mattress, his body covering mine. “On second thought,” he murmured against the shell of my ear.
“Control freak.” I ran my nose along his jaw.
“All my favorite pet names. What are you going to call me next?”
“Dom,” I said, running a hand down his chest.
His eyes flickered wide for a second. “What does that make you? My defiant, feisty little thing?”
I grinned. “I accept defiant, feisty little thing, thank you.”
We were both startled from our foreplay banter by an obnoxiously loud buzzing sound.