Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Better?” Zach asked, putting his own glass down and scooting closer to her. She allowed him to take her in his arms, melting into him, laying her head on his chest and listening to his heart beat steadily. She wanted to lose herself, float away, push aside the horrifying revelations she was grappling with. She gripped his shirt in her fists and leaned her head back, offering him her mouth. He looked down at her, his gaze heated but expression uncertain as his eyes moved over her face. What did he see? Did he not want her?
She brought her mouth to his, and he groaned. She kissed him, desperate, hungry. She knew she was using sex as an escape, but was that so wrong? Was it so wrong that they should lose themselves in each other for a short time? To shut out the world when the world could be such an appalling, despicable place?
She pulled herself up, her hands shaking as she unzipped his pants, fumbling as she reached inside and grasped his erection. He was hard, ready. He wants me too. The knot inside unclenched slightly. She kicked off her shoes and then stood unsteadily, keeping eye contact as she removed her jeans and her underwear. She climbed back on him and took him in her grasp again, using the smooth head of his penis to stimulate herself, throwing her head back and moaning at the exquisite pleasure.
His breath was coming quicker, his hips lifting off the couch toward her, seeking. She could see that his flat nipples were hard under his T-shirt, and for some reason, the sight was utterly arousing. Every part of his body was responding to her. She controlled this. Him. It was divine. She could feel herself getting wet, slippery moisture pooling between her legs.
She gripped him harder, and he gasped, sitting up straighter, the lust in his eyes deepening. She used his erection to drag some of the moisture from her opening up to the tight bundle of nerves and circled that spot until she almost came.
“Josie, God, I, ah—”
She smiled, lining up his straining cock at her opening and spearing herself almost violently. He let out a masculine sound of pleasure, his head falling back as she began to ride him, slowly at first and then faster, faster, his erection almost slipping from her body before she slammed back onto him. He was watching her now, his face a mask of lust, but something was in his eyes she didn’t want to see—concern, confusion. She closed her eyes, rode him harder. “Look at me, Josie,” he demanded, and she did, meeting his gaze and holding it. He gripped her hips, taking over, controlling her movement. She let him, and with the submission, something pent-up broke free. Josie gasped, keeping eye contact, allowing him to maneuver her body, trusting him.
Pleasure spiraled, a dizzying whirl of wild bucking, their mutual gasps of pleasure, and the wet sound of their bodies mating. She felt her orgasm approaching and reached for it, stomach muscles tightening, a sort of tingling numbness spreading between her legs right before every nerve in her body tightened and then released in a shattering burst of bliss. Josie cried out just as Zach’s hips shot upward, his own groan of pleasure mingling with hers.
She collapsed on top of him, her chest constricting, a sob bursting free. She felt Zach’s body still beneath hers, and she tried to stop the tsunami of tears, but she couldn’t. Devastation rolled over her, flattening her completely. She was at its mercy. She could only ride it out. Zach’s arms came around her, his body slipping from hers, the warm trickle of his semen draining from her.
She sobbed until she could not sob any more, and Zach continued to hold her, running his hand over her back, whispering words of comfort in her ear. He had to be uncomfortable beneath her, half reclined, his pants around his knees, restricting his movement. But still he remained, holding her until her tears ceased, until the last of her sobs faded.
She lifted herself slowly, unable to look him in the eye. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, standing unsteadily and grabbing for her underwear, her pants.
Zach sat up. “Josie,” he said, so much tenderness in his voice, she almost teared up again. She glanced at him, at the way he was still dressed from the top up, his pants still down, his penis wet and sticky in the midst of his black pubic hair. She felt ashamed, unsettled, broken.
“I’m going to go clean myself up,” she said, and though his features were etched with concern, he only nodded.
“The bathroom’s right around the corner,” he said.
Josie closed the bathroom door behind her, standing against it for a moment, wondering if another bout of tears was going to come, but it didn’t. Seemingly she’d cried herself dry. She cleaned herself up and then rinsed her face, wiping the trails of mascara off her cheeks, staring at herself in the mirror for a moment. She still looked like a mess, but she couldn’t bring herself to care right then.