Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 365(@300wpm)
I squeezed her nape and rocked in and out of her. Her snug pussy dragged across every fucking nerve ending, but I controlled my drives. Slow, easy, but hard. Dominating. Like she wanted. Like she needed. Like I needed. Her body, however, instinctually tried to buck into my thrusts.
“Relax,” I commanded. “Relax and take your fucking.”
Silver groaned and did as she was told.
“Oh God, oh God,” she whimpered. “I’m coming. I’m coming …” Her pleasured cries filled the room as her inner muscles throbbed around me in tight-fisted tugs.
I released her nape to straighten, grabbing her hips to power harder, deeper. The sight of her sprawled across my table, her lower body shuddering with her climax, her lips parted on moans, and her gorgeous hair a tangled mess down her sleek spine …
My orgasm hit me hard and I exploded, ropes of cum filling the condom.
Once we were both checked out, we were getting rid of the condoms.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I wanted to watch my cum spill from her pussy.
I wanted her to see what she did to me.
That I might be the one in control … but, fuck, she was the one with all the power.
Pulling out with a pleasured grunt, I shot a look across the room to see Akiva eyeballing us with distaste. I sent my dog a silent apology, disposed of the condom, and turned, pulling my joggers back up. Silver pushed off the table, her arse cheeks still pink.
“You all right?”
She chuckled, smoothing a hand down her breasts and torso. “Tabletops aren’t the comfiest.”
Remorse hit me. “Did I hurt you?”
Silver shook her head. “No, you were right, I forgot about the discomfort in favor of the stupendous orgasm.”
“Still, bed next time.” I gently reached out to caress a hand over her breasts.
She shivered into my touch, holding on to my arms. Her cheeks were still flushed with her climax. “I’m a little sore.”
I pressed my hand to her pussy. “I didn’t mean now. Where does it hurt?” I rubbed my thumb over her swollen clit, and she bowed into me, eyes fluttering.
“Ramsay!”
“Not there, then.” I teased her, rolling her clit between my thumb and forefinger.
Her nails bit into my arms. “Oh my … Ramsay … Ramsay …”
“That’s right,” I murmured against her lips as I rubbed harder at that bundle of nerves between her legs. “Say my name.”
She shook her head. “I can’t … Again … oh my … Oh … OH!” She arched into me, her expression tight with her coming orgasm. “Ramsay!” She shattered in my arms, and I caught her, wrapping her in my embrace.
Silver held on to me as her lower body shuddered.
I nuzzled against her ear, feeling her come. “Just a wee apology for the hard table.”
She laughed hoarsely into my chest, melting into me.
Feeling her go limp, I quickly eased her into my arms, cradling her against my chest.
“Oh!” Her eyes widened ever so slightly and then she relaxed into me as I carried her into the bedroom and lay her gently down on the bed.
It would be the first time a woman had slept in this bed with me.
But I couldn’t bear the idea of asking Silver to get dressed so I could take her back to Leth Sholas.
I told myself it was because I’d want her again in the morning.
That it was purely selfish, and I didn’t care enough about her feelings to take care of them.
I’d always been good at lying to others.
As I got in bed beside her, pulling the duvet around us, letting Silver roll into my arms to rest her head on my chest … I remembered too late that I’d always been shit at lying to myself.
22. Tierney
The muscles in the back of my thighs made themselves known with a pulling ache as I climbed the hill to my B and B with coffee in hand. Two black Americanos — one for me, one for Ramsay. Last night, Ramsay had pushed my thighs to my chest as he fucked me. It looked like I’d need to restart Pilates if he was going to be bending me into different positions like that.
It was three days after we’d started our affair.
The day after our first night, I was sore enough from taking him that I needed a twenty-four-hour reprieve. Ramsay had looked so cocky about this, I wanted to smack the smirk right off his face and then ride him, despite the ache between my legs. Instead, I’d kissed him like I wanted to fuck him but wouldn’t and he’d glowered at me afterward, knowing exactly my game.
The last two nights, however, we were back in business. I’d spent my evenings on Stòr being thoroughly distracted from the shitstorm of my life by the dirtiest, most thrilling sex I’d ever had.