Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I’d already fucked her several times, but I stared down at her as I undid my jeans and stepped out of my boots like it was the first time I had the honor. Sweat broke out on my arms and chest, not from the walk up the stairs, but the dump of adrenaline she gave me. I felt like I was going into combat when I was about to be inside a woman. I’d never felt that way before—like every moment with her was life and death.
She lay there propped up on her elbows, a slightly breathless expression on her face, like she was a little afraid of me.
She should be—because I was going to fuck her until she cried.
I finally dropped my bottoms then moved to the bed to undress her. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her shorts, caught the strap of her thong too and yanked that down her long legs and over her cute feet. I grabbed her sports bra and pulled it over her head, snagging her hair a little in the process.
She separated her thighs like she expected me to move between them, but I took hold of her hips and forced her onto her stomach. “Ass up, face down.” I tugged her up by the hips then shoved her face into the bed.
She gasped in the sheets but did what she was told like a good girl.
I noticed the standing mirror she had in the corner of her bedroom, attached to a base so the mirror could change angles as it tilted on its axis. I picked it up and placed it in front of her before I tilted it slightly down.
I got behind her again, held the back of her hair like the reins of a horse, and then shoved myself inside her. “Look at me.” I tugged her back gently, forcing her eyes up to the mirror to meet mine.
She did as she was told.
With one hand on her hip, I pounded into her like a prostitute, eyes locked on hers. “No man has ever or will ever fuck you like this.” She was soaking wet, like she’d been oozing the moment I pulled up in front of her house. The slickest, creamiest fucking pussy I’d ever had. Tight like she was a virgin but experienced enough to handle my length. “You understand me?”
“Yes,” she said, her sounds muffled by the sheets in her face.
“Say it.”
“No man—” She could only get her words out between thrusts. “Will ever—” I fucked her more forcefully to make it harder for her to breathe and moan and focus. “Fuck me— Like you,” she pushed out breathlessly.
I tugged on her hair and forced her up a bit, straining the back of her neck, her eyes still on me because she was my woman, and she knew how to obey her man. “Good girl.”
She fell asleep, and I was wide awake.
My sleep schedule was all over the place these days. I was up early to start at the warehouse, but ever since I’d refused to do that job, I’d gone back to my old routine, staying up till some ungodly hour.
I’d crashed at a woman’s place, stayed for the weekend a couple of times, but there was an invisible line in the bed that I didn’t cross. Didn’t really snuggle or cuddle. I wasn’t that type of guy. I always ran hot, so I didn’t want to share my space with anyone.
But whenever I looked at Francesca, she always felt too far away.
She turned on her side to face me, her eyes closed and the sheets to her shoulder. Her makeup was utterly destroyed, mascara smeared all around her eyes to make her look like a raccoon. Her lipstick was smeared too, the pink color all around her mouth.
That got me going too, knowing I was the reason she was a fucking mess.
Even in her sleep, she must have felt my stare because her eyes fluttered open to look at me. It took a moment for her eyes to focus, and when she saw me next to her, the smallest smile moved over her lips.
Fuck, I wanted her. All the time. Incessantly and irrationally. Fucking psychotically.
I moved closer to her, my hand sliding into her hair, and I kissed her softly.
She was still partially asleep, but she kissed me anyway, like this was a dream.
I grabbed her thigh and hooked it over my hip as I ran my hand over her smooth skin to her ass. I squeezed it in my big hand before I moved it up her back and into her hair, feeling the soft strands that I’d tangled earlier.
Instead of rolling her to her back so I could be balls deep inside her, I just kissed her. Took my time, really felt her lips, felt our breath exchange while our mouths danced together. I kissed the corner of her mouth before I turned my head the other way and gave her a swipe of my tongue.