Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Obviously no need to worry, she thought dizzily as Etienne resumed walking even while he continued to control the pace of their lovemaking with effortless ease. It was as if she weighed no heavier than a fluff of cotton, and when the thought of such strength had her inner muscles reflexively squeezing his cock, it had Etienne growling with pleasure, and the sound made her muscles squeeze him even harder.
Fuck. Etienne had her against the bathroom wall in the next moment, his thrusts turning wild and savage. It was fucking unbelievable, just fucking unbelievable, the way this brat made him crave for her with just a squeeze of her cunt around his cock, and when he heard her cry out, he could feel his control starting to slip.
Fuck!
He quickly reached down and ground his thumb against her clit, hard. In moments, he had her gasping and her nails digging into his back, and when he felt her arousal match his, he pinched her clit, and Spencer screamed.
Etienne pounded into her the moment she started to cum, and her body started convulsing around him. Sticky love juices swirled around his cock, and the feel of it was the final push he needed. With one last pounding of his cock, he shot his wad into her, one long, hot, heavy spurt after another and another until her cunt overflowed.
Spencer could only close her eyes and lean her head against his shoulder, completely spent and feeling like she had lost control of all of her limbs. When he carried her to the Jacuzzi, she could only sigh in pleasure as deliciously hot water bubbled around her body. He pulled out of her when they were waist-deep, and the plopping sound it created made her blush.
Catching sight of the becoming flush on her cheeks, Etienne felt his cock stir, and his gaze slowly traveled down her body. The gently lapping water had teased her pink nipples into erect little buds, and just like that...
When Spencer felt his fingers curl around the sides of her waist, she thought nothing of it, imagining that he was only pulling her close for a kiss. But when he used it to turn her around and gently guide her to the edge...
She glanced at Etienne over her shoulder, and her eyes flew wide open when she saw him stroking his cock, which was already stiff with arousal. "You c-can't be..." Her voice was weak.
"But I can." And the billionaire positioned himself behind her. "And I am." Twining his fingers with hers, he locked her hands into place, her palms pressing hard against the wooden deck of the Jacuzzi just as she felt him slowly and easily slide into her underwater.
Aaaaaaaaah.
And there was no foreplay at all, just instant, mind-breaking pleasure as his fangs sank into her neck at the same time his cock started shoving in and out of her.
Chapter Thirteen
"THIS IS FUCKING STUPID."
"No, it's not." She tried to sound soothing just to show she understood his frustrations, but this only backfired on her.
"Don't fucking use that tone on me," the billionaire snarled.
And thus spelled the end of their wonderful morning after, Spencer thought. And it had been quite nice - no, make that incredibly great - while it lasted. Honestly, he had made her orgasm so many times that it was a wonder she could still walk. Even worse was the way her mind kept tormenting her with flashbacks of their lovemaking, and she was seriously worried about how increasingly obsessed she was with him. Was this really how love worked? Did one taste of sex with the man you love make you lose all sense of priorities, and you just want to spend the rest of the week making love—-
The sound of Etienne's voice impatiently saying her name interrupted her thoughts, and she answered unthinkingly, "Yes, sir—-" Oh, drat. She felt it right away, his furious gaze sharply snapping towards her like talons latching into her back, threatening to tear her flesh off, and she corrected herself hastily, "I mean, yes, Etienne."
"What the fuck are you calling me 'sir' for?"
"Force of habit?"
"You're my woman, for fuck's sake."
"Yes, I am, er, that. Your, um, woman." She barely managed to keep her voice from turning dreamy. His exes often used words like "insensitive", "selfish", and "cold" upon learning they had been given the boot, but this morning she had woken up to the sight of a fresh change of clothes waiting for her, and they turned out to be something Etienne had personally ordered online.
Through the rearview mirror, Etienne saw Spencer's cheeks tinge with pleasure at the words, and while the sight was cute as hell and still made him want to fuck her, it was not enough. Just wasn't fucking enough at all, and the sight of her still seated so damn far away had him gnashing his teeth.