Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66134 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“You’ll get my cock when I’m good and ready to give it to you,” I growled against her pussy, ignoring how said dick ached and throbbed with the need to feel her internal muscles gripping me. “Now, be a good girl, stop fighting me, and give me what I want.”
I slowed things down, softening my touch until I felt her relax and give herself over to my ministrations. A short while later her hips started gyrating again, seeking firmer pressure against her clit, a deeper penetration of my fingers. I knew her body well, having learned all those little nuances that told me she was heading toward another climax—the soft panting of her breath, the arch of her back, the way her thighs tensed before she clutched the bed covers in her fists and I felt those rippling spasms around my thrusting fingers.
Before the sensations ebbed, I was up and over her, my thick, rigid cock easily gliding into her body and filling her up. I’d never been so grateful that we’d discussed not needing a condom a few weeks ago, because this…fuck, being inside of her bare was goddamn sublime.
I groaned and thrust into her, feeling those last little internal contractions milking my cock and knowing I wasn’t going to last long. Her fingers pushed through my hair, bringing my mouth down to hers. She kissed me deep and wild, and linked her ankles together just beneath my ass so every time I slammed into her she dragged me in even deeper.
Then it was me who was panting, shuddering, fucking unraveling as my orgasm tore through me in sharp, delicious spikes of pleasure. I released everything I had deep inside of her, then collapsed on top of her, doing my best to keep most of my weight on my forearms to keep from crushing her.
Breathing hard, I buried my face against her neck. “You’re fucking mine,” I growled possessively.
I heard her light, amused laughter as her fingers stroked down my spine. “Okay, caveman.”
She thought I was joking, being a Neanderthal after sex, but she’d find out soon enough just how serious I was.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Stevie
I stared at the document on my computer at the end of the workday on Wednesday, studying all the various taglines the team for PureGlow and I had brainstormed for the client’s campaign. Having analyzed all of them a gazillion times, my tired mind drifted, and I wasn’t all that surprised which direction it chose to go…replaying that unforgettable Saturday night in Caleb’s bed.
My cheeks warmed when I recalled how relentless he’d been, his mouth and fingers doing things to my body no man had ever achieved. Sex with Caleb was always off-the-charts amazing. He was a generous lover, and I’d never been so thoroughly blissed out with orgasms, one after the other, in his incessant pursuit of my pleasure.
The chafe marks he’d left on my thighs kept the reminder fresh in my mind for a few days, but even now, with the tenderness gone, I couldn’t stop thinking about that night, beyond the physical gratification. How, after I’d shared my past with him, he’d taken his time like he never had before, worshipping my body, building the intensity and intimacy between us in a way that made me feel as though I’d been free falling through each and every all-consuming climax.
That night with Caleb had felt…different. He’d replaced our normal urgency with something slower, more personal, and caring. As if he’d been striving to establish a deeper trust between us after I’d shared my painful past with him. And, as hard as I’d tried to keep my guard up with Caleb, that vulnerable connection had chipped away at the walls I’d tried so hard to keep in place around him, because falling in love with a man as decent and kind and honorable as him had been incredibly easy to do.
But those deep-seated insecurities were still there, always lurking beneath the surface, refusing to be ignored. How could they not be when my biggest fears still remained, that despite everything, was I really a suitable woman who could mesh seamlessly into Caleb’s world beyond our agreement? Probably not, because Alyssa’s words that night at the gala, while cruel, held a lot of validity…
“Caleb’s money went a long way in making you look like you belong in our world, but let’s be honest. Trailer park trash like you will never fit in.”
Those words stung, but I couldn’t deny the bitter truth in them. Caleb’s wealth, his status, his influence…it all went a long way in making someone like me appear to belong. When in reality, all it did was mask the fact that I was an outsider with trailer park roots.
I was grateful that Caleb had Owen this week, which limited my alone time with him—and no more sex to convolute things even more. For the remainder of our time together I’d hold up my end of the bargain and keep up appearances, while making sure I kept my heart and emotions out of the equation as much as possible.