Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
I smile against her flesh, lapping at her skin as she rolls her hips against my mouth. Just as I feel like I can do this forever, my cock kicks against the side of the mattress, refusing to be ignored.
She whines when I pull my face back, wiping my lips on her inner thigh. As a consolation, I roll my thumb over her clit, resisting the urge to dip it inside of her.
"Jesus, look how easy this would be," I whisper as I press the head of my bare cock against her slit.
Her breathing ratchets up, but she doesn't deny me.
We moan in unison when I press the head of my cock into her tight opening.
I blow out a puff of air, tilting my head up to stare at the ceiling because I swear on everything holy in the world that I could come in seconds if I think about what I'm doing right now.
I pull back, grinning when her legs wrap around my ass, preventing me from going very far.
I remove my thumb from her clit, grab the condom, and roll it down my cock. I can't let myself get too wrapped up in this situation. That's how easily lives can be turned upside down.
Relief washes over me with the strength I have for resisting the urge to fill her tight pussy with my cum, but all that bravado fades quickly when she reaches down between her legs, pressing two fingers all the way inside of her.
"Needy, aren't you," I whisper as I stand still and watch.
She has to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and I don't feel that way because I'm here in this moment. I know that feeling won't fade after I come. The only disappointment I feel after I've had her is not knowing how long it will be before I can have her again.
She's an addiction, something I know I should avoid, but find myself helpless in trying to do so.
I press forward, fully willing to shove my cock inside of her with her fingers still there, but she moves them out of the way a second before I press forward.
I clench my jaw as I enter her, the tightness wrapping around me like a fucking vice.
Her back arches, leaving her breasts tipped up toward the ceiling, and who am I to let those beautiful things sit there without attention?
I lean forward, wrapping my lips around one breast as I pull my hips back before pressing forward again.
The feel of her nails digging into my back makes me moan around her flesh.
"Roman," she pants, and fuck if I don't love to hear my name coming out of her mouth.
I press into her again, needing to take things slow with how close to the edge I already am.
I release her breast, pulling my head back so I can watch her face. She allows it for about three seconds before she turns her head and lets her eyes flutter closed.
Needing her to look at me, I press into her faster, harder, making her body jolt on the mattress, but she never opens her eyes again.
Maybe it's for the best because she seems more than a little capable of locking me in place when she's watching me, and I don't think feeling trapped right now is what either of us needs.
Before long the warning of a pending orgasm settles low in my spine, drawing my nuts tight against my body.
I pull her legs from around my body and press them open, spreading her so I can dive deeper.
When she lets her thighs fall open, I reach down and swirl my thumb back over her clit, making that perfect pussy of hers clamp down on me even harder.
When I pinch her clit, it sets her off, and I somehow manage to fuck her all the way through her orgasm before she pulls me over the edge.
My cock throbs inside of her, pulsing repeatedly as I fill the condom.
I feel like I've run a marathon by the time my orgasm is over, and I don't hesitate to pull free from her body and crash down on the mattress beside her.
Our ragged breaths are the only thing that can be heard in the room, other than my pounding pulse raging in my ears.
She doesn't speak, opting to stay beside me wordlessly instead.
After a few minutes, she sits up, not hesitating to climb off the bed before gathering her clothes. I roll my head on the mattress, watching as she gets dressed. She gives me one last look before she leaves the room, and my heart cracks at the sight of the single tear rolling down her face.
Chapter 31
Caitlyn
What was meant to be a form of closure has left me more torn up than I think I was before I sat in his room last night waiting for him to arrive.