Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
He beamed an approving smile at me as I followed his instruction, then he repeated the process with the other side. I was spread wide open for him, my aching pussy completely bare to his heated gaze as he lined the tip of his dick up with my drenched entrance. “That’s my good girl.”
When he called me his good girl in that deep voice of his, I felt it all the way in my core. And there was no hiding my reaction while I was in this position. Masculine triumph gleamed in Ames’s hazel orbs, and then he punched his hips forward to drive balls-deep in one swift motion.
“Fuck,” he groaned when he bottomed out. “Your pussy was made to take me, baby. It’s mine and only mine.”
“Yes,” I gasped as he reached between us to glide his hand down my stomach to press his thumb against my clit.
The pleasure was almost more than I could bear, and my eyes drifted shut. Then I felt his hand circle my neck, and they popped back open. His heated gaze met mine, and he growled, “Keep your eyes on me, Dakota. I want to see you fly apart for me again while your sweet pussy milks the come from my cock.”
I swallowed hard and nodded.
“Good girl,” he murmured, every inch of his dick dragging against my inner walls as he pulled back until just the tip was inside me before slamming back in again. The headboard banged against the wall as he quickened his pace, practically pounding me into the mattress. Not that I was going to complain about his rough treatment when it felt amazing. I just held my legs and went along for the ride while he built our pleasure.
“Ames, please,” I panted when I was close to the edge again.
“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name in that breathy voice you get when you’re almost ready to come.” He continued to power in and out of me. “But it’s even better when you scream it until your voice is hoarse.”
Sliding his hands under my butt, he tilted me up until his cock hit my G-spot on each thrust of his hips. The new position also let him go even deeper, and he ground his pelvis against my clit on every downward glide until I couldn’t see straight from the pleasure.
My body froze, and it felt as though I was held in limbo forever before my orgasm coursed through my system. I screamed his name as I shattered around him, my pussy clamping down hard on his dick.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned as his cock jerked inside me and come spurted from his tip, splattering against my inner walls.
He rode me through our releases, then collapsed on me before quickly rolling to his back so I was on top of him. His dick was still hard inside my channel as I melted against his chest. I pressed a kiss against his pectoral, and his palm glided up my spine.
Yanking on the tie at my back, he pulled off my bikini top. “Can’t believe I was in such a rush to have you that I left this on the whole time. I promise to make it up to your perfect tits later.”
“I’ll be right here when you’re ready,” I murmured, tilting my head back to smile up at him. “I’m not sure when I’ll be able to move again. My entire body feels like jelly.”
“You don’t need to go anywhere. You’re perfect right where you are.” His abdominal muscles contracted as he curled up to nip at my boob.
“What was that for?” I asked, shaking my head with a laugh.
“It turned out that stuffing your pussy full of my come wasn’t enough for me.” He traced the red mark on the upper swell of my breast. “I wanted to leave a mark that everyone could see, showing that you’re mine while you look hot as fuck in your bikini.”
Instead of arguing with his logic, I turned my head and sucked on his chest in the same spot. “There, now all the women will know you’re mine, too.”
10
AMES
Stepping off the plane was harder than I anticipated. It burst the perfect little bubble we’d been living in since arriving in St. Maarten. I was looking forward to the rest of my life with Dakota, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t have loved more time lounging at the beach with my girl in skimpy bathing suits. Or better yet, in our villa wearing nothing at all.
However, it was time to get back to real life, which wasn’t too far of a step down from our vacation because Dakota—though she didn’t know it yet—would now be spending every single night in my bed. I was ready to take her home. Our home.
“I’m excited to hear about that job, and hopefully, I’ll start soon. But I wish we could have stayed a few more days,” she sighed. “That was magical.”