Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Oh….
His thumb gets almost violent. “You want more?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Give it to me.”
He keeps going and I begin to grab the sheets between my fingers.
I need more.
I feel oil being poured over my sex and he bends and kisses my ass cheek tenderly. “Just a sting,” he whispers. “Once I start we don’t stop.” He kisses me again. “Okay?”
I nod and close my eyes.
I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance and then I feel more oil being poured over us.
He runs his tip through the lips of my sex and I hear him inhale sharply. “Fuck,” he whispers.
I smile, he’s as lost to this as I am.
He pushes forward and I feel more than a sting. “Argh.”
“Sshh,” he whispers. “Relax, Doe, let me in.”
He moves with force and it burns…and it hurts.
“Argh,” I whimper. “Oww.”
More oil gets poured over us. “You’ve got this,” he breathes, his hand tenderly runs up my back to calm me.
I’m not sure I do.
He surges forward again and I’m filled with pain.
I wince and screw up my face.
After what feels like eternity my body finally releases and he slides in to the hilt.
An overwhelming sense of dominance fills me.
“Oh my god.” I pant at the new sensation.
“Fuck….” He moans. “So good.” His fingertips come around to my clitoris and he circles them as he stays deep inside me. His lips are at my ear as he curls over me, his thick quads are either side of mine and cocooning me in.
But it’s the possession of his cock as it sits deep inside my body.
Owning me like never before.
This is an out-of-body experience, raw and intimate.
Like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“Kiss me,” he breathes.
I turn my head and we kiss over my shoulder. Deep and different and so fucking perfect.
For a long time we kiss and I know what he’s doing. He’s letting my body adjust to his size.
But what about my heart, how does she recover from this?
Pleasure starts to build and I move a little, wanting some friction.
“That’s it.” He smiles into my mouth. “Just like that.”
He slowly pulls out and slides back in, once more. Slowly pulls out and then slides back in.
Oh….
He does it again, and then again.
My eyes flutter closed.
This is actually…enjoyable.
He gets rougher, deeper, and I begin to push back on him as I chase the closer connection.
Then we are hard at it, our skin slapping together. The bed is hitting the wall.
His deep moans are all around me as he completely loses control and fuck, this is too good.
He pumps me hard and I scream out as I come hard.
He holds himself deep and I feel the telling jerk of his cock as he orgasms strongly inside of me.
His deep moan echoes through the apartment and I smile into the mattress, now there’s a hot sound.
He turns my head and kisses me as he holds my face in his hands.
It’s tender and loving.
Intimate, everything I ever dreamed of.
I’m totally and irrevocably forever ruined.
CHAPTER SEVEN
EDWARD
Doe walks out with her bag and puts it by the door and she gives me a sad smile.
“Time to say goodbye?” I ask.
“Yep.”
Her eyes search mine, and if I were a better person I would say something meaningful and significant. But as I stare at her beautiful face…words fail me, so instead I take her into my arms and kiss her.
Last night was more.
Way more than I had bargained for, much more than I deserved.
My lips tenderly take hers as a million questions I’m unable to ask linger on them. She’s perfect, absolutely fucking perfect, and I’m unable to offer her a goddamn thing.
She puts her head on my chest and I stroke her hair as I hold her in my arms.
We both stay silent, lost in our own thoughts.
“It was nice meeting you,” she whispers.
“Believe me—” I smile into her hair, “—the pleasure was all mine.”
She giggles and it drops my stomach.
“What time does your plane leave?” she asks.
I glance at my watch. “In a few hours.”
“Mine too.”
She stares up at me and I know she wants me to ask to see her on the outside.
If I could…I would.
“You should get going,” I say softly.
She nods and pulls out of my grip and instantly the absence of her warm touch is felt.
She walks around the suite and collects her things and puts them into her carry-on luggage while I stand still on the spot, willing myself to let her leave.
I discreetly take my phone out of my suit pocket and turn my data off. I hit search for wi-fi.
Alora’s Phone
Alora.
Her name is Alora.
She walks back into the room and I quickly stuff my phone into my pocket before she sees.
She comes back to stand in front of me. “Are you sure we can’t do what we came here to do?”
“My apologies….I just….” I exhale heavily, disappointed that I can’t do this for her.