Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“Yes!” I cry out, my body squeezing his. “Please.”
He growls so deeply, I feel his chest vibrating as his thrusts become frantic. “You have the best pussy, princess. And it’s all mine.”
“Yours,” I agree, my whole body jiggling as he fucks me harder than ever. He spreads my ass cheeks apart, and the stretch has me coming out of nowhere. I scream his name as I clench around him so tight he has to pause.
“Fuck,” he moans, pulling at my ass cheeks while his hot come fills me up. I jerk against him, milking him as I ride out the waves of pleasure only he can bring me. We’re both panting as I drop my head to his, and he wraps his arms around my middle. Our hearts pound as one as I breathe him in, loving everything he makes me feel.
And I realize… I’m falling deeply in love with him.
Before my brain can take that confession and turn it to shit, convincing me that I’m come-drunk and on a high since he is the only man who can bring me pleasure, I press my lips to his. I need the connection only he can give me. A connection that shuts off my brain so I can focus exclusively on him. Our kiss is slow, tender, and everything I need. I can’t let myself ruin this.
I feel deeply for him.
And not even I can change my mind.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
Jett
If my life had been a movie, the next few weeks would have looked a lot like The Cutting Edge workout montage to “Turning Circles” by Sally Dworsky. Every morning, we roll out of bed, usually mine, and head to work out. Then we skate for an hour, working on the choreo that Fable came up with between working on our jumps, leaps, and lifts. After that, we shower, usually together, and then head to Noelle’s for coffee and a snack. Once we get back to the Ice Thistle, we get to work. When we’re not in the office doing paperwork, then we’re in the rinks, training our clients or teaching classes. In the evenings, after her private lessons and my work on the west rink, we skate for another hour or so before falling into bed together.
These last few weeks have honestly been the best of my life.
Her trust in me shines in her sweet eyes at every turn, and I feel so fucking lucky that I’m on the receiving end of it. That, even after all these years, she knows that I have her back and that I wouldn’t let anyone or anything hurt her. To know I’m the reason for the quick little grins and sneaky smiles has me on a high I didn’t even know was possible.
I love her.
Deeply.
With my whole body and soul.
I think I’ve always been in love with her, and I hate that anger follows that thought. It’s bringing me down, and I hate that too. For years, we were apart, and for what? Because her family thought I was unworthy and because I was poor? I should have worked eight jobs to continue skating beside her. I shouldn’t have let her go, and that’s something I’ll always have to live with. Along with the fact that my beautiful princess suffered just as much as I did. It fills me with rage to know that she has gone years thinking she was broken and unable to feel true pleasure. She got away from her parents for a reason, only to fall victim to more toxic people. I don’t know why anyone would make her feel like that. Why they couldn’t take the time to give her what she needed. I did it without even knowing what was going on in her chaotic brain, and I will continue to do so to prove to her that she deserves only that.
I’ve always loved eating pussy, but with her, it’s a need. Not only do I want her body to catch fire for me, but I also want her to feel how desperately I desire her. How nothing in this world brings me more pleasure than seeing her come. She is perfect, her body made for mine, and I want to spend the rest of my days proving that to her. I want her to know that when I touch her, it’s because I physically have to. It’s a need that only she evokes in me. Even back when we were younger, I’d take any chance I could get to link my fingers with hers. Or touch her body. I was the happiest when her hand was in mine, right before we skated, her eyes shut as I gazed down at her, watching her breathe.
I never thought I’d get to see something so beautiful, but for the last few weeks, I’ve woken up in my bed with her or us in hers. Not even a detailed letter could have prepared me for how it feels to wake up with her in my arms. I never want to know anything but that feeling.