Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
But he knows what he’s doing.
He presses in and I gasp, my hands fisting the sheets. He feels good, almost too good, like it’s about to tip into a pain that might engulf me.
“It’s okay,” he says, like I’m a wild horse he’s trying to tame. “Trust me. You’re so wet, I’m going to slide right in.”
I groan at his words, at the thought of him inside me, at the way he’s so hard and it’s all for me.
He pushes farther into me. “Relax,” he says, his palm spanning my stomach. “Let yourself enjoy it.”
Small explosions of pleasure burst inside me as he works farther and farther, goes deeper and deeper.
“Feel that?” he says. “I’m so deep in you right now.” The tendons in his neck are straining and his voice is tight. “We’re joined. You’re mine. I’m yours.”
I moan at the feeling of being owned by Deacon. Of feeling so full of him and I clench.
“Fuck, Aurora, if you move like that, I’m going to come right now.”
He slides out, inch by perfect inch, and he presses my legs wider before sliding in again, faster this time.
I wasn’t expecting it, and I scream. It’s almost too much. I’m so close to orgasming again.
“You can come if you need to.”
I exhale. He’s right, my climax is a need. A necessity. It feels like goddamn oxygen.
“But I’m not going to stop. I’m going to keep fucking you through it. Just know that.”
He starts to move, and even though he does fit, he’s so big, fills me so entirely, that all I can think about is his cock. His thick, hard cock inside me, making me his.
I’ve never felt so wanton. Never felt so desired, so sexy.
I never want to come, because if I do, this might be over and I never want it to end.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out.
He moves so his body is over mine, never stopping his rhythm.
My orgasm tears out of me, coiling and uncoiling throughout my body. I tunnel in and out of consciousness, but Deacon doesn’t skip a beat.
He keeps fucking me.
Just like he promised.
I feel weak and boneless, but something inside me springs to life more quickly than expected. It’s desire. Even though he’s made me come twice, I still want him.
My hands reach for him, and my fingers find his broad back, his hot skin, sticky with exertion.
He groans as I tighten my grip, my fingernails digging into his muscles.
My desire pulls inside me, my climax being prodded to life again.
Deacon feels it right away. “Again,” he growls. “Again.”
It’s like he has direct access to my subconscious and I’ve lost all control. My pleasure rachets up, higher and higher at his command, until an orgasm rips through my body again.
But this time I’m not on my own. This time, Deacon’s own pleasure envelops him, and I smile as I feel his orgasm rocket through his body.
“Fuck,” he shouts. “Aurora.”
I squeeze him, milk him, I want all of him.
He collapses, panting on top of me.
“Jesus,” he chokes out. “I thought you might have killed me, you feel so good,” he says as he pulls out of me.
“Same.” It’s the only thing I have the energy to say. I reach over and brush his cheekbone with my fingertips as he deals with the condom.
The lights of the city coming through the windows highlight his muscles. It makes me wonder if he uses the hotel gym. I make a mental note to ensure my walk-arounds includes the gym next time he’s staying.
He sits up against the headboard and pulls me between his legs so my back is against his front.
“Are you okay?” he asks, nuzzling into my neck.
“More than okay,” I say, resting my arms on his, which circle my waist.
His fingers find my clit immediately, and I almost stop him to ask if he really thinks he’s going to make me come.
But I don’t make the rules. He’s been clear with me on that. And for tonight, I’m happy for him to do what he wants to me. I’m not sure there’s anything that I’d say no to.
I groan as more pleasure stirs inside me. I tighten my legs, and he stops.
“No,” he says. “Relax. You’re not allowed to come.”
I turn my head so I can see his expression. “Maybe you shouldn’t be playing with my clit if you don’t want me to come.”
He doesn’t look at me. He just watches his hand on my pussy. “I’ll do what I want with your body,” he says.
I arch against him at his words, and he removes his hand.
“No,” he says.
I groan.
He chuckles. “Really? Even though I’m not touching you.”
It’s pathetic how much I want him. He knows it and I know it.
I relax and slump back against him. His fingers restart their exploration of me.
I try to think about something else, but my mind is full of how it feels for this man to be touching me.