Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
God, he’s beautiful. I’ve missed him so much.
My fingers wrap around his thick length, and his lips part as he sleeps. “Oh, I could make you feel so good, baby,” I whisper to myself.
I stroke him, and he inhales and spreads his legs as if granting me permission. I stroke him again and pre-ejaculate beads on the end of his head. “Do you need me, baby?” I murmur against his chest. “Because I need you.”
His legs spread wider and I begin to feel my pulse between my own legs. It’s been a long time since we touched each other. I felt like a part of me was missing. I slowly kiss down his abdomen and over his hip bones. I kiss his cock, and it flexes under my lips. I smile as I lick up the thick length of it.
He moans as he stirs, his knees parting and falling to the mattress.
Oh, I need him. I know he’s angry with me, but what a great way to make up. I take him into my mouth and my tongue swirls around the tip. He inhales sharply in his sleep, and I smile around him.
“You like that, baby?” I take him deeper and deeper, building a rhythm, and my mouth becomes flooded with pre-ejaculate.
I begin to lose control and take him deeper, when he suddenly jumps awake with a start.
His eyes meet mine and I stop what I’m doing, waiting for his reaction.
Is he going to push me away?
I smile softly around his cock, and he clenches his jaw as he watches me, his hands still above his head.
Okay, he didn’t push me away. I’ll keep going. I take him deeper, and my hand begins to stroke him as it follows my lips.
He inhales sharply, and I can tell he’s close. I can feel his cock quivering under my tongue.
“I missed you,” I whisper around him.
His dark eyes hold mine. I begin to flick my tongue over the end of him, something I know forces him to either come or fuck. He has nowhere to go when I do this. He can’t hide.
His body convulses. He grabs two handfuls of my hair to hold me in place and he begins to fuck my mouth with deep pumps. I gag at how rough he’s being and pull off him. Saliva streams from my lips to his cock.
“Fuck.” He moans at the sight of it. “Fucking hell.”
Before I know what’s happening, he flips me and has me pinned to my back, my legs spread wide.
His dark eyes hold mine as he slides in deep with one hard thrust.
My body convulses, and he pulls out only to slam back into me even harder. “Ouch, Spence,” I whisper. “Be careful.”
He flips me onto my knees. “Famous last words,” he growls as he slaps me hard on the behind and slams in deep, driving me into the mattress.
Oh shit!
He has a handful of my hair in one hand, while the other is holding my shoulder as he slams my body back onto his.
I can feel him so deep inside of me, and he’s so thick. He’s getting faster and faster, and, oh God, I can’t deal with how rough he’s being. But damn, I need this. The sound of our skin slapping together is echoing around the room.
“Spence,” I moan as the air is knocked from me. “Oh God.”
He grabs my shoulder and pushes me down to the mattress. His cock reaches a new, deeper place. A guttural moan leaves my body, and he slaps me on the behind again.
“Take it.” He hisses. “Take it.”
I clench and scream into the pillow as I see stars, my body thumping as an orgasm tears through me. He keeps working me at such a fast pace. I can only grip the sheets beneath me and feel the stretching burn of his possession. He holds himself deep and throws his head back, and I feel the jerk of his cock deep inside of me.
But instead of the tender strokes he usually empties himself with, this time is different. He continues to fuck me hard, banging pumps, as if my body is only a tool that he’s using to empty his pleasure into.
There is no emotion in his touch.
It’s as cold as ice.
With each hit, my tears form. This is foreign to me—so different to how we usually make love.
It’s like he’s a stranger.
He slaps me on the behind once more, and then he pulls out. Without a word, he gets up and walks into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
I lie in shock, my body still quivering from the orgasm I just had. My breathing is ragged as I gasp for air.
Dear God, what the hell was that?
I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling through my blurred vision.