Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 665(@200wpm)___ 532(@250wpm)___ 443(@300wpm)
The wonders of a Jacob’s ladder never ends.
Each pop is a magic spark against my G-spot, and in just a few hip thrusts I’m fisting the sheets underneath me, moaning in bliss.
“Gonna fill you the fuck up, Ella,” Josh says, and speeds up with the thrusting. “Clients can take you all they want, but you’ll always come home to me. I’m the one who owns your pretty cunt, just like you own the cock I fuck you with.”
That makes me smile against the mattress. I love the possessive talk.
“Stake your claim and replace him, then,” I tell him. “It’s your cum I want dripping from me.”
“It will be, since we’ve already swallowed his down.”
We sound like such deviants. Such dirty freaks. A tag team of hedonistic fetish lovers.
I love it.
Josh makes me come twice with his cock in my cunt before he gives me his first round of cum. I’m a sweaty mess as he plays me like a master magician, my eyes rolling back in my head, I’m so high when he finally blesses me with his release.
It’s lucky that Josh makes his living the same way I do. His body is trained to deliver, load after load.
He doesn’t bother taking a break before he ploughs my ass, already loaded up to blow again. He uses me until I’m practically delirious, skirting on the edge of insanity as my ass clenches and milks his perfect dick.
Holly is back, but so am I.
It’s me, Ella, who basks in the glow of true release with my boyfriend. It’s me, Ella, who is squealing with delight when Josh dumps his cum in my filthy ass.
And it’s me, Ella, who lies with him in the aftermath. Two sweaty lovers holding each other tight and whispering sweet nothings as the dawn begins to break through the window.
For the first time in weeks, the daylight doesn’t scare me. No tremors at the thought of what might be spewing around online about me. No desire to hole myself up and distract myself from the drama with ice cream and bullshit TV. No desire to sleep in as long as possible like a comatose butterfly with broken wings.
Today feels like the start of a brand new day.
No.
Scratch that. A brand new life!
CHAPTER FOUR
It’s only four hours before Josh and I are up and about again. We should be like zombies after such a crazy active night, but it’s like we’ve slept for ten hours solid.
My boyfriend is light on his feet as he cooks us bacon and eggs, dressed like a casual god in his t-shirt and boxers, and I have so much energy I want to dance around the kitchen in my dressing gown, even though my ass is still sore from a double battering.
I love having a sore ass again. Weird, but true.
I prepare our little dining table with cutlery as Josh butters the toast, and we sit down together to eat. This morning both of us are smiling. And I mean actually smiling. It’s amazing.
Amazing!!
I’ve missed that word.
“Are you out on a proposal tonight?” I ask, and Josh nods as he chows down some bacon.
“Yeah. One of my regulars, over in Tottenham. A decent length one. Five hours.”
My heart speeds up a little. We were so busy with each other last night, I haven’t shared the news with him…
“Nice.” I take a bite of toast. “I’m, uh, going to be in Shepherd’s Bush. Mine’s for four.”
Josh pauses, a forkful of bacon poised in mid-air.
“You’re what?”
I keep smiling. “I’m going to be in Shepherd’s Bush working tonight. Four hours.”
“You accepted another proposal? Already?”
I nod, but don’t meet his eyes.
“Yep. I accepted another proposal. I accepted three for this week, actually. My calendar looks so much better for it. Much more healthy. None of my regulars yet, just newbies. You know. In case my regulars have seen me. They’re much more likely to have spotted me online, right? They know the sight of me pretty damn well.”
I’m gabbling and I know it. My giggle is weak, and I feel goofy.
Josh puts his fork down, clearly contemplating what I’ve just revealed. And I know how it sounds. Three proposals right off the back is ambitious. Maybe impulsive. I clicked them when I was high on the way back in a cab after all, but I still want to do them. Four hours of sleep hasn’t dented my enthusiasm.
I reach over and take Josh’s hand, hoping my stare conveys enough of my soul that he can read the truth in me. I don’t want him to overthink things, or overcomplicate things, or take the wind out of my newfound sails.
“I’m ready,” I say. “I can do this.”
The loving concern is back in his eyes, and it makes me want to hug him for ever.
“I know, and that’s admirable. But I’m going to be out, and my phone won’t be available.”