Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
If Iris helped me redecorate.
That thought is stricken from my brain as we reach my bedroom and I set Iris down by my bed.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, taking a step back. “Breathtaking.”
“This dress is beautiful.” She glances down.
I shake my head. “That dress is the least beautiful thing about you. And it needs to come off.”
Her hair is up in a bun just as I requested and the curve of her neck is so tempting. I want to lick her everywhere, but especially there. Some tendrils of her hair caress her milky-white skin and I’m ridiculously jealous that they get to sweep over that smooth, perfect skin all the time, whereas I have to be patient.
No more.
I reach and pull her toward me, snaking my hand up her back, trying to find a zip.
“It’s buttons,” she says, smiling at me.
“Next time, I’ll only buy dresses with zippers.”
She reaches for the skirt of her dress, and ruches it up. “Impatient?”
Heat sweeps through my body and I finger the collar of my shirt.
“The dress might have buttons, but we don’t have to wait.”
I groan and reach between her legs, finding her still hot and wetter than she was before. “I’m not the only impatient one,” I growl against her.
She shakes her head. “I want you, Jack.”
There’s a part of me that wants to take my time, revel in her, seduce her inch by inch, but the part of me that wins is the part that just wants to bury myself in her as quick as possible.
My fingers shake as I roll on the condom I retrieved from my wallet. Not from nerves, but from lust. From desire. I don’t have control over my body when Iris’s around. She makes me shake. She makes me hard. She makes me fucking howl.
She takes me by surprise when she turns away from me and bends over my mattress, her dress around her waist, her ass on full display.
“These need to go,” I say and I pull at her panties, ripping the lace from between her legs. Her juices have soaked through the material and I make a mental note to retrieve them from the floor later and keep them somewhere safe.
I sweep my hand over her smooth ass, and steady her as I position my cock at her entrance. “You ready to get fucked hard?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“I can’t hear you. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Please.”
I can’t wait another second and I slide into her, deep, so deep, right up to the hilt.
Her breath hitches, like she’s not sure she can take it, but she can. She does. And I know from the way her fingers curl around my bedcovers that it feels like home to her.
I feel like home to her.
I wrap my hands around her waist and hold her as I fuck her. It’s hard and relentless. It’s what we both need. Her tightness around me milks my cock, like it’s trying to stop me leaving her every time I pull out. And I slam into her like if I don’t, we’ll both dissolve into nothing. It’s urgent and frantic and desperate.
It’s like I’m trying to mark her here in New York—to prove that we exist as well here as we do in Star Falls.
We’re perfect together anywhere.
“I can’t hold on,” she cries out. “Jack. I can’t…”
“Come for me,” I say, wanting her to let go and let it overtake her.
But I’m not going to stop. I can’t. I need everything she has to give me tonight.
Her body. Her soul. And every single one of her orgasms.
I won’t stop until she’s wrung out and boneless.
I’m going to fuck her like she’s my legacy, because that’s how she feels. Like she’s my future. My entire reason for being.
“Jack,” she calls out, as her orgasm courses through her body. “Jack.”
I know I’m being rough. I know that I should give her time to recover, time to want me again like I want her.
But I can’t.
I have to keep fucking her.
I need to make her come again.
Her next orgasm comes quickly, like she’s tired of fighting it and she’s just resigned herself to the fact that I’m going to make her come so often tonight that she’s not going to remember her own name. She’s going to understand that I own her.
That’s how it should be. Because she owns me too.
I withdraw from her just as long as it takes me to turn her onto her back. I want her to see me when I come. I want her to understand what she does to me. There can be no doubt in her mind as to how I feel.
I sink into her again, the tulle bunched between us, me pushing her legs as wide as they will go. I want to be as deep as I can be in her.