Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“I’m on the pill,” I rush out as the first wave of my orgasm crashes over me. “Don’t stop,” I shout out.
True to his word, Gage doesn’t stop. He doesn’t let up at all. And the feel of his hard dick pounding away inside me is like something straight out of a porno. Not that I’ve ever even seen one, but this is definitely different than the deepfake video of us. This is more raw. Possessive. Completely feral.
Gage fucks me like he’s never wanted anything more in his life. I keep coming, my body shooting off like the Fourth of July, and it doesn’t stop. I’ve never had an orgasm last this long, but I think it’s the way he hits this certain spot inside me. Like it’s the exact button to all my pleasure.
“I think you’ve hit my G-spot,” I tell him, my orgasm still causing me to shake violently. “Don’t stop,” I tell him, greedy for more.
“Keep coming all over me, River,” he says, rocking himself faster and faster. “I’m so fucking close to making you mine.”
“I’m already yours,” I tell him, because obviously how can I not be? All the thoughts about what this actually means rush into my mind. How he’s a coworker. How I promised myself I’d never trust anyone again.
How it all feels too good to be true. My orgasm dissipates, and Gage keeps screwing me. His orgasm takes hold, and he grips me tight, groaning out my name like a curse and a prayer.
Gage makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. Ever.
I try to control my breathing as Gage comes down from his high. His eyes meet mine, and I can see the vulnerability hiding behind his irises. Like he wants to tell me he loves me, but knows I’ll possibly run if he does.
And maybe I will.
Why am I self sabotaging?
He doesn’t pull out of me. Instead he pumps slowly inside me, like he still can’t get enough. “You okay?” he asks me, most likely reading something written so plainly across my face.
“I’m fine,” I lie, which is partly true. I wanted to have sex with him. God, did I want to. But now I’m scared. I’m waiting for the but. The reason why he’ll walk away as soon as this whole thing is over.
The chase is over.
“River,” he whispers, his dick already hardening once again inside me. “Don’t lie to me.”
I laugh lightly, knowing this man can read me better than anyone. “I’m scared.”
He stalls, leaning back slightly so he can fully look at me. “Of what? Of me? Of the person behind all of this?”
“I mean, obviously I’m scared about everything going on, but this is different,” I bite my lower lip, “I’m scared of this.” I motion a finger between the two of us. “Last time I had a boyfriend, he destroyed me.”
Gage’s big dick is still inside me. Still pumping. Still laying claim as I share my doubts with him. He’s so perfect, and I’m so… not. He could have anyone.
Gage reverently kisses me on the cheek, then the other. He’s not done peppering me with kisses. He starts on my forehead, moving across my jaw, to the spot behind my ear that makes my body react. I thrust my hips, and his dick grows even harder. “I’m not afraid of us, River. I’m more afraid of the world not being ready for us.”
“What do you mean?”
He pumps his dick inside me until we’re full on having sex again. “You and I together are powerful. So fucking powerful. We can do anything we set our mind on.”
I giggle lightly. “Like take down a corporation who allows bullying on their servers.”
He kisses me on the mouth, quickly, before saying, “Especially that.” He pushes inside me a bit harder, my body lighting up as soon as he does. “Fuck these people for thinking they could mess with my girl.”
I literally swoon right here. Hearing Gage call me his girl has my body coming alive. I want to be his girl more than anything. All my fears and self doubt washes away, and I’m overcome with the need to make this man come again inside me. I want him more than anything, and watching him lose control has done something to me. It makes me want to watch it happen all over again. To know I’m the one causing him all this pleasure.
Our pace slows, then builds again. He palms the small of my back, draws me into another long slide that makes my vision stutter. My nails score his shoulder, and his answering inhale is a shaky thing I remember for later. I want to learn him like code—pattern by pattern, edge case by edge case, until there’s nothing I can’t read with my eyes closed.
“River,” he murmurs, and the way he says it—like awe, like ownership we both voted on—undoes me. I gasp against his mouth and he holds me through it, coaxing, grounding, whispering nonsense and my name until the world lands soft.