Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 601(@200wpm)___ 481(@250wpm)___ 401(@300wpm)
My tongue traces the line of her jaw before moving down and down, taking her tits in my hands so I can focus on her nipples. “Just like that,” she murmurs, running her hands through my hair, holding my head close.
“You’re so damn delicious,” I tell her, nipping and sucking. “Fuck, Allie. I can’t get enough of you.”
“I don’t want you to. Not ever.” Her hand slides between us, and she wraps her fist around me, chuckling when I groan. “What about him? Has he gotten enough of me?”
“Never.” For a second, I have to lean against her, letting the sensations wash over me.
She is the ultimate temptation, the part of me that’s been missing for too long. Nobody has ever touched me the way she does, or made me feel the way she does. Not just lust, either. When I look at her, when our eyes meet through the steam, she reaches something deep in my soul I didn’t know existed until she came along.
She is mine. In every way. Mine to protect. Mine to hold. Mine to fuck.
Instead of taking her this way, I turn her, pressing her to the glass wall, sliding my cock between her ass cheeks. “You want me to fuck you?” I whisper in her ear, then bite down until she shudders.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, fuck me.” She reaches behind me, grabbing my ass, fumbling and desperate like she can’t wait.
I take her by the hips and pull them back, then spread her legs with one of mine. She wiggles her ass, pushing back against me while I drag myself through her wet slit. “Oh yeah,” she sighs as she arches her back and tilts her pussy so I can take her hard and deep.
It’s fucking incredible. Sinking inside where it’s tight and hot. Pulling back, I look down to find my cock coated in blood that washes away when water runs over it. “You’re so dirty,” I grunt before slamming deep again. “Letting me fuck you like this.”
With her fingers spread against the glass, she looks at me over her shoulder. “Be dirty with me. Fuck me. Hard.”
I take her hips in my hands, my grasp tight, holding her still so I can take her the way we both need it. Fast. Deep. Claiming her again, reminding her she’s mine.
“Faster!” she begs, leaning against the glass, pushing back against me. “Fuck, that feels so good! Don’t stop!”
She’s perfect. In every way. “You want more of my cock?”
“Give it to me,” she pleads. Her cunt tightens around me with every stroke. Looking down between us, I watch as I appear and disappear. Her juices flow, tinged red, running down our legs with the shower water.
“Oh my God!” she whines, reaching for me with one hand, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me in so our mouths meet. I slow my strokes to focus on kissing her deep, sliding my tongue through her mouth while I wedge a hand between her legs to play with her clit.
Her body goes stiff, and her breath stops in the last second before she shatters. Yes. Victory, or at least that’s how it feels to break her down and make her pussy flood. I hold her up, letting her tremble against me while she rides it out. My teeth grind against the urge to come while her muscles massage me from root to tip.
I can’t take it anymore. I have to pull out and aim for her ass, stroking with my clenched fist.
“Allie...” It hits like a shock wave rolling through me before I paint her skin pearl white. The shower washes spurt after spurt down her legs until I’m weak and panting the way she is.
“Wow,” she whispers when I help her turn around, and she leans her back to the glass, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “Okay. You were right. That was worth it.”
“Eventually, you’ll trust me without asking questions,” I murmur, placing a kiss on her forehead before she snuggles against me. “Now get cleaned up and let’s eat something. I’m starving.”
I exit the shower and leave her to finish her own while I dress.
I make it downstairs before Allie and stop dead to find Emma holding a coffee mug, her gray hair in a messy bun, slippers on her feet. It’s a strange sight, and I swallow hard against an ache that rises in my chest at the sheer domesticity of the scene.
“Good morning,” I offer. Hoping my face is clear of whatever the fuck is going on inside me right now.
“Good morning,” she whispers back and turns toward paperwork she has laid across the granite countertops of her island. Somehow, she looks younger this way, no makeup, mussed, and it sets me on edge a little bit. Like there’s a trap about to spring and I haven’t seen it yet.