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 should let her sleep, but fuck, I was only human.
How could I not play with my favorite toy?
She was the one who rolled onto her back like she wanted me between her thighs.
I could kiss her all night, but I gladly accepted the invitation and slid my hips between her soft thighs. I felt that surge of adrenaline from the anticipation, from the excitement of having her flesh even though I knew it well by now. I guided my length inside her without breaking our kiss, and I felt the way her entire body clenched when her little channel accepted my length.
I was a big guy who made my lovers cringe in discomfort from my considerable size, and I loved the fact that Francesca never showed a hint of pain. She was either too proud or too turned on to give in to it. I tried my best not to slam into her cervix like a punching bag, but in the heat of the moment, it probably happened a couple times.
But when I moved into her slowly like this, it was a lot easier to go easy on her. To make sure my dick only felt good.
Her ankles locked together in the center of my back, and she cupped my face as she kissed me, her breaths growing deeper as they filled my mouth, her inhibitions already slipping away.
I couldn’t kiss her anymore, not when it felt this good, not when it was a sensory overload rocking inside her while she rocked back with me. I dug my fingers into her hair again, and I stared at her parted lips as she breathed for me.
I knew her body intimately, could feel the little contractions before the big ones arrived in a sweeping tidal wave. I could feel it now, the way her body started to tighten and soak me at the same time.
My stare shifted to her eyes, seeing them sparkle like diamonds, the passion a fire in her gaze.
She cupped my cheek, and then she started to pant and breathe and moan all at once.
I watched her come for me, felt my dick fight the burst that wanted to pour out of me, fought the urge to join her to be the gentleman she deserved.
The tears glittered in her eyes, and she bucked against me, her eyes seeing past my face to the stars above her ceiling.
I knew she was far enough along that I could let go. I felt the dam of restraint break, and I poured into her, filling my woman with all I had, marking her as mine, getting off on getting off. It felt so damn good to be skin-to-skin with someone, but I would still prefer Francesca with a condom to any other woman bareback.
I kissed her again as we both fell from the high, as reality settled into our bones and we felt the sweat that had coated our skin in our dance. I rolled off her and kicked the sheets far away before I walked to one of the windows and opened it wide, letting the cool air rush inside. I felt it glide across my skin and lick the sweat away.
She walked into the bathroom, and I got back into bed, lying there without the sheets on top of me, letting the cool air bring down my temperature.
She came back minutes later, her face clean because she’d washed off her ruined makeup. “I can’t believe I looked like that and you didn’t tell me.” She got into bed and pulled the sheets up, already cooled off.
“There was nothing to tell.”
“I looked like a clown.”
“No, you looked like a woman who got fucked real good.” I smirked. “By me.”
She gave me a gentle smack on the arm.
“You’re welcome to slap me if you ever want to. Kinda into that.”
“You ask women to slap you?”
“No. But it was hot when you did it.”
“You said you usually have to pay extra for it.”
I smirked. “A joke.”
“But do you pay for sex…?”
Based on the way her voice trailed off, I knew she wouldn’t like my answer. But I gave it to her straight anyway. “All the time.”
She didn’t react to that.
“But those days are behind me now.”
She was propped up against her headboard. It was cushioned, so it was soft to lean against. She turned to look at me, and her stare lingered for a long time.
I stared back. Didn’t backpedal. Didn’t flinch.
“You scare me,” she said quietly. So quietly, it was like she didn’t want me to hear.
“I would never hurt you—physically or emotionally.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“Then tell me what you mean, baby.”
She looked away, bending her knees as she crossed her arms over her chest. “The way you look at me…”
I stared at the side of her face, patiently waiting for her to share more on her own.