Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
His thick shaft is pulsing between my ass cheeks and I push my ass against him, swaying my hips from side to side and grinding against him.
“That’s the spirit,” he whispers, and then grabs his cock and pushes it down, its tip right against my pussy. Wasting no time, he thrusts; his shaft pushes its way past my folds, going deep inside of me, and I moan as I feel his long inches straining against my insides.
The pleasure raging through my veins is so intense that it feels like my eyeballs are on fire. Pushing my ass back against him, I rock my hips hard, trying to match his relentless thrusts. With my eyes still closed, I let the sound of flesh on flesh drown my conscious thoughts; right now, I’m a wild beast living on instinct alone. And it feels amazing.
“Harder,” I breathe out, and his cock goes so deep inside of me that I have no option left but to scream as loud as I can. So far, nobody called up and told us to be quiet, so I guess we’re good.
“If it’s harder you want… That’s what you’ll get,” he tells me, hooking his fingers on my hip and slamming his body against mine so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if his cock ripped me in half.
“Oh, God, this is… this…” No words can describe how good it feels to have Colt fucking me, so I settle for a catch-all term. “FUCK!” I scream at the top of my lungs, a tornado of pleasure taking me by assault. It feels like I’ve been kicked in the gut and, at the same time, it’s the best feeling in the world. I knew what an orgasm was before Colt and Daniel, but I had no idea what an orgasm could be.
I keep on screaming and, by God, it feels good. So good. I needed this. Somehow, it feels like I’m exorcising my demons. After the confusion with my lawyer, and that fight with Daniel … I needed the release.
“So good…” I breathe out as Colt keeps on thrusting, pistoning into me mercilessly. He keeps doing it until I notice him breathing raggedly, his whole body tensing up as his cock throbs violently inside my pussy. A heartbeat later and he’s gushing a torrent of cum inside of me, its salty warmness coating my insides. I moan as he fills me up to brim, my muscles still twitching, and take one hand behind me just to hold his body. “So good…” I repeat, not moving until he finally stops cumming; and, let me tell you, that takes quite awhile.
“Fuck,” he finally breathes out, sliding out of me and rolling to his back. I do the same, and we just stare at the ceiling while we catch our breath, the morning sun streaming inside the room past the curtains and kissing our naked and exhausted bodies.
“Thank you,” I whisper, reaching for his hand and squeezing it.
“For what?” he asks, turning to me while holding my hand in his.
“For being here,” I say, and that’s all I have. Right now, I need him with me. If Colt wasn’t around… I don’t even want to think about the sobbing mess I’d be right now.
***
“Eggs?”
“Sure.”
“And toast?”
“Of course,” I say, smiling. We’re sitting in the hotel dining area, having breakfast, and this is the most normal I’ve felt in days. We’re just a man and woman, having breakfast together, and nothing else exists. The real world is a billion miles away right now.
Except, of course, that’s exactly when destiny decides to laugh at you.
“And here they are!” I hear the words, but I’m not even able to process their meaning. I’m just focused on the voice—her voice. I turn slowly on my seat, my blood freezing in my veins, and there she is. It's as if I'm staring a ghost.
My mother walks up to us and, without a single word, sits down. With a smile on her face, she reaches for one of the strawberries in the bowl at the center and plucks one out. “Delicious!” She cries out, taking a bite out of it. She's acting as if she never left. As if she didn't just up and vanish a year ago.
“What are you doing here?” Colt asks her, reaching for my hand under the table and holding it. He knows that I’m in no state for a fight with my mother, so he’s taking the lead. Still smiling, she now reaches for a piece of toast.
“Aren't you happy to see me? I hear about your awful fight with Daniel.” You left us, so why do you all of a sudden care? I think to myself, clenching my free hand into a fist and digging my fingernails into my palm. “Don’t look at me like that, Karen. I know I’ve never been… a good mother. But I’m trying to make things right. I'm here now.”