Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 121916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Baby. He’s never called me that before. Not once. Cutie, babe, sweetheart. I’m used to all of it. But somehow, baby hits different. Like a bolt of lightning. “So good,” I choke out in a strained, desperate voice. I’m doing a terrible job at my side of the role-play, I know, but I can’t help it. I’m hanging on by a thread. I’ve never felt this turned on in my life.
With a low groan, Kendrick positions his cock at my entrance. “Ready?” he whispers.
I nod furiously and grip his ass, making him shudder.
“You have to say yes for me, sweetheart.”
“Yes. Fuck yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.”
With a shaky exhale, Kendrick slowly burrows himself inside me, and I whimper from relief and pleasure. After all the foreplay and anticipation, the bare sensation of his cock inside me is causing my eyes to roll back into my head and my toes to curl.
“Oh, God,” Kendrick grits out. “You feel so good. Oh my fucking God, Ruby.” He takes a deep breath. “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
I grip his ass and squeeze in desperation. “Fuck the role-play. Fuck me, Kendrick. Fuck me hard.”
“Oh, thank God.” He begins gyrating on top of me, and within seconds, I feel like I’ve been sling-shotted into the blazing sun. As he fucks me senseless, he kisses me voraciously. Whispers that I feel so fucking good, it’s like the pleasure is blurring his vision. He grips my hair and nips at my cheek, jawline, and ear. And all the while, he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked. Like he’s a drug addict and I’m a line of cocaine. Until I’m so consumed with lust and pleasure, it’s like my brain has melted and my body, feeling pleasure, is all that’s left of me.
As Kendrick’s thrusts become more and more energetic, as his body invades mine deeper and deeper and with more and more gusto, he slides one of his talented, sexy hands against my cheek. And that’s it. All she wrote. At my greatest sexual fantasy coming true, my body short-circuits and every muscle in my core spasms and warps with a body-quaking release that feels more like a seizure than an orgasm.
I cry out in pleasure, bucking and jolting against Kendrick’s warm skin on top of me. And as my body milks his cock inside me, Kendrick loses it with a deep roar that sends me even higher into a state of rapture.
As he comes inside me and my own pleasure spikes and fades, I clutch Kendrick’s smooth ass for dear life, reveling in every sensation. And when we’re both done jerking and groaning, he collapses on top of me, his breathing ragged and his skin soft, warm, and sensual against mine.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispers after a long moment. He’s still inside me, so I wrap my legs around him and hold on tight.
“Pretty good for your first time,” I tease, sending us both into laughter.
“Pretty good for your first time, too. You really have a knack for this, babe.” Chuckling, he slides off me and pulls off the condom.
“It’s exciting to confirm the laundry room wasn’t a fluke,” I admit.
“Of course not. You’re easy peasy.”
Sighing happily, I stroke his arm. “I feel like a new woman. I feel high.”
“Me, too. The high part. Not the new woman part.”
“I’m so glad we’re flinging like this. We’re geniuses to do this.” I giggle. “The rest of the band would crap their pants if they knew.”
“Oh. So, this is a secret?”
“It has to be. How can things go back to normal afterward, if not?”
He flushes. “Yeah. I see what you mean.”
I scoot close and run my finger across his abs. “Thank you so much for showing me what my body can do. I love you so much.”
Fuck.
That felt weird.
But why?
I’ve told Kendrick that before. Lots of times. After we won a Grammy for best new artist, our whole band couldn’t stop blurting “I love you guys so much!” over and over again to each other, for the rest of the night. But right after this man has fucked me into oblivion, and when we’re still lying naked in bed, nose to nose, the phrase suddenly feels like it’s taking on a whole new—and forbidden—meaning.
Feeling panicked, I quickly add, “You’re the best friend and fling partner a girl could ever hope for.”
Kendrick presses his lips together. “You, too. You’re a gem of a best friend. My all-time favorite person.” With that, he kisses my forehead and whispers, “Good night, cutie.”
“Good night, my darling.”
With a loud exhale, he closes his eyes, signaling he’s checking out now, and I stroke his face and forehead for a bit while studying his beautiful face in repose.
It’s a good thing Kendrick and I didn’t get together when I stupidly went to surprise him that weekend. If by some chance he had said yes to me and been my first, for real, if he’d fucked me back then even half as well as he just did, then nothing would be as it is now. Kendrick and I wouldn’t have lasted, because Kendrick never has long relationships, and neither do I. Also, I wasn’t equipped to handle a fling back then, the way I am now. So, when things went south for us, he would have ruined me for anybody else. And then what?