Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 72308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
He quickly guided himself inside and sank into my depths.
My nails unleashed and dragged down his back. A thick moan escaped my lips. Pleasure that I’d missed over the past month revitalized my body and made it sing.
He moaned against my lips the second he entered me, a deep, masculine sound, a pleasure that stilled his body for a second before he started to rock into me. His body started to shiver, his breaths turned uneven. He was so deep that he couldn’t even kiss me. Just a few seconds after we started, he released with another moan.
Everything came to a standstill. Disappointment hit me hard. I’d burned red-hot a second ago, and now my desire was snuffed out by an unexpected breeze.
But then he started to move inside me again, his dick still the same size as when we began. His lips took mine, and he dominated me once more, grinding me into the sheets, his heavy body rubbing against my clit just right.
My thighs squeezed his body, and my nails dropped like anchors into his skin. I ground back at the same pace, taking the dick I’d longed for all those lonely nights. In the heat of the moment, I forgot how much I hated him. Forgot how much he’d hurt me. It was just toe-curling pleasure.
It approached from a distance, a fireball that was about to set me ablaze. I held on to him harder, lost control of my kiss, feeling it approach with the force of a tidal wave. My eyes dropped down to his powerful chest and the hard muscles of his stomach. My body continued to press into the bed every time he thrust inside me. I was so close, my small body nervous to feel an explosion that big.
“Eyes.”
My reaction was automatic. My eyes lifted to his. Intense. Domineering. Affectionate.
He quickened his pace, speeding up his thrusts, grinding into my body harder.
It quickened the arrival and increased the intensity. When it hit me, the tears were automatic. My hips thrust entirely on their own. I was pulled into a moment of euphoria I’d thought I would never feel again. It was a break from reality, from the irreparable damage his betrayal had inflicted.
It passed, and I slowly came back down to earth. His face returned to focus, tinted with red, eyes smoking like a fire burned in his soul. Like a runner at the end of the race, he sprinted to the finish line, thrusting inside me fast and hard, rocking the bed and making the headboard tap against the wall. Then he finished, giving me another load to match the first.
The tight skin over his muscles shone with sweat. He breathed hard as he remained on top of me, his dick slowly softening inside me. With our bodies close together, it was like a summer heat wave. He stayed on top of me like he didn’t want to leave.
Once the high was over and reality set in, my mood soured. It was the first time I truly felt like a whore. I felt used. Felt worthless. I was good enough to screw, but I wasn’t good enough to love.
I guided him off me then left the bed. With my back turned to him, I quickly pulled on my clothes, knowing his seed was slowly seeping out of me and filling my panties. Then I walked out and headed down the stairs to the living room. I sat on the couch and waited for him to leave.
Moments later, he emerged, fully dressed in the clothes he’d arrived in. He stood there and stared at me, as if he expected me to give an explanation.
I stared at my blank TV, ignoring him.
“That’s how it’s going to be?” he asked, his voice filled with disappointment.
“You got what you paid for. Now, leave.”
“You enjoyed it.”
“Maybe I did. But that doesn’t mean it meant a damn thing to me.”
25
GRAVE
One of her legs was hooked over my shoulder, and she was folded underneath me like a goddamn pretzel. It was one of those nights when once wasn’t enough. Not twice either. She had to be sore, but like the consummate professional she was, she never complained.
I could tell when a woman faked an orgasm, and Elise had never faked any of them with me. The tears. The screams. The incoherent moans. It was all real. I paid top dollar to fuck her, but she reaped the same rewards. What I really paid for was passion and affection without commitment. I got to experience all the highs of monogamy without the strings. It was exactly what I needed in my life right now.
With her hands planted on my chest, she came, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.
I pounded that pussy until I was thoroughly finished, marking my territory and erasing every man who had ever been there. Covered in sweat and catching our breath, we both breathed through the high and the fall. Then I rolled off her and lay on my side of the bed, needing the space to cool off.