Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“I got it, sweetheart.”
“I want to help. You don’t have to do all this—”
“You’re my woman. I want to do this.”
He called me that again. His woman. I’d told him several times I needed time to gain perspective and closure on myself as well as my failed relationship, but I didn’t have the courage to tell him to stop. Because what if he never called me that again?
It was a hard line to walk. I didn’t want anything serious right now, but I didn’t want to lose him either. And I was utterly terrified by the information he’d shared—that he was basically the private security for the entire country.
“If you want to help, then get undressed and wait for me in bed.”
Bumps formed on my arms when I heard his order, the way he just told me what to do. I hated it and loved it.
When I didn’t move, he stopped his work and stared at me. “You heard what I said.”
His footsteps grew louder as he came down the hallway, and my heartbeat thumped stronger with every step he took. When he rounded the corner, he was already in the process of taking off his shirt. He ripped it off and tossed it aside, his chiseled hardness on display, the different cuts of muscle, the beautiful ink on his tanned skin.
He approached the bed as he worked his jeans in a hurry, his eyes staring right at the little black G-string thong I wore. He clenched his jaw and released an anxious breath as he got out of his boots and dropped his bottoms in one quick swoop. His fat dick was plump with blood. His knees hit the bed, and then he was on me, tugging off my thong and slipping two fingers inside me without giving me a chance to prepare for it. He thrust into me hard with those big fingers before he pulled out and coated my slickness all over the head of his dick. And there was so much of it, like my body turned into a honey factory the second he walked in the door.
He tugged on my hips, then hooked his arms behind my knees to force my hips back and my legs open. The head of his dick found my entrance like it had a mind of its own, and it pushed past the tightness of my entrance before it sank inside.
I moaned when I felt him invade me with his girth, fill me with more cock than he’d given me before, even though that literally wasn’t possible. The last time we’d been together had been in Taormina, and the harshness of my cold reality had made me lose all my desire. But now it was back, seeing his hard muscles flex every time he thrust, seeing the way he stared me down like I was his, feeling the way he kissed me in the doorway.
He brought himself to a stop, closing his eyes and releasing the deepest and sexiest moan he’d ever uttered. It was the first time I’d watched him edge himself, stop himself from filling me with all the come he wanted to give. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He adjusted himself, bringing his body a little closer to mine, making me draw a deep breath because it was just a little too much dick.
Then he fucked me hard, right into the bed, grunting and moaning like he was buried deep in velvet heaven. He’d never been a verbal lover in the past, but the sound of his pleasure escaped his lips every few seconds as if he simply couldn’t control it.
Witnessing and feeling how much he wanted me alone was enough to make me come. I palmed his chest as he kept my legs pinned back as far as my body could go, and the climax I released was like spewing lava from Mount Etna. “Yes . . .” When I felt the tears prick my eyes, I was swept away in the waters of the Ionian Sea, brought back to blue coves and beautifully colored tile.
He could only hold off long enough for me to start my climax. He started to thrust harder, releasing a loud, monstrous moan before he started to fill me, dumping a mound of desire deep inside me, as far in as I could handle him.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He dipped his head and kissed me, kissed me the way he had in the doorway, a slow embrace packed with sheathed passion, his dick still hard inside me like that single shot from his cannon wasn’t enough to empty the barrel.
I cupped his cheek as I dug my fingers into his hair. “I missed you.” Our mouths worked together in perfect sync, falling right back into our old ways, our bodies knowing the rhythm of music only we could hear. “I fucking missed you.”