Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Every muscle in my body was twitching with need.
“More,” I growled.
She bobbed her head a few times, taking more of me past her lips with each stroke, but never all the way.
“Ari.” My jaw clenched. “Take it all.”
She obeyed me, sliding her mouth all the way down my cock until I felt myself at the back of her throat. Groaning, I put my hands in her hair, keeping it out of her face as she sucked me hard and deep, like she couldn’t get enough. Instinctively, my hips thrust toward her hot, wet mouth. She moved one hand to my ass and grabbed on, her nails digging into my skin.
“Fuck,” I choked out, barely able to speak as I watched my cock pump in and out of her gorgeous lips. “You’re such a good girl.”
From the back of her throat came a strangled sound of delight, of need, of gratitude—which drove me even closer to climax. But I didn’t want this to end, not without getting inside her. Taking her by the shoulders, I pushed her back, pulling out of her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly, wiping the lower half of her face with the back of a hand, which turned me on even more.
“Nothing.” I held her at arm’s length. “But you keep doing that, you’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the idea,” she said, trying to get her hands on me again.
“Stop.” I spied the condom by her hip and picked it up. Tearing it open, I worked it onto my cock before she could talk me out of it. “A good girl does what she’s told.”
A smile snuck onto her lips, and she leaned back on her elbows. “So tell me. What is it you want me to do?”
Slipping an arm behind her knees and another around her back, I lifted her up and set her down lengthwise on the bed. Then I stretched out on top of her, settling my hips between her thighs. “I want you to let me make up for saying no eight years ago,” I said, easing my cock inside her, inch by inch. I fucking loved how wet she was for me. “I want you to wrap your legs around me, take me in deep. I want you to say my name and beg me to fuck you harder. I want you to leave claw marks on my back and come all over my cock. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” she breathed, eyes closing as I filled her, stretched her.
I put my lips at her ear. “Good girl.”
ELEVEN
ari
Could this actually be happening?
Was Dashiel Buckley really in my bed right now? His words in my ear? His hands on my skin? His hips moving over mine in the dark?
Like the rest of this day, it felt like a dream.
But when I inhaled, it was his scent. When his lips seared mine with a kiss, it was his taste. When I ran my hands over his shoulders and down his back, grabbing his ass as he rocked into me, steady and deep—it was his body.
His cock was hard for me.
I was beyond giddy with it. I had already made up my mind I would not think about any of this. I would not obsess over what it meant, I would not look ahead to the future, I would not read anything into what we did here tonight. I would just enjoy it.
Knowing this was a one-time-only thing, I wanted to savor every sound, revel in every texture. The ragged breaths. The hot smooth skin. The flexing muscles. The rub of his scruffy jaw on my chin. The sensation of his cock gliding in and out of me. I ran my fingers through his hair, kissed him with feverish longing, lifted my hips to match his slow, sinuous rhythm.
But my desire was greedy, and eventually my patience wore thin. My body craved more heat, more friction, more pressure, more him. My muscles and bones were knotted with tension and desperately needed to unravel. I twined my legs around his, digging my heels into the backs of his thighs. “Dash,” I sighed against his lips. “Fuck me harder. Give me more.”
“You want more, Sugar?” He drove into me with one powerful, hard stroke, burying himself so deep I gasped. “Is that what you asked for?”
I couldn’t talk. I might have squealed. He plunged into me roughly several more times, and I closed my eyes as my body absorbed the impact, as the pain mingled with the pleasure. Then he slid all the way home and stayed there for a moment, angling his hips a little differently and thrusting faster, rubbing my clit with the base of his cock.
“Yes,” I whimpered, opening wider, raking my nails across his back. “Yes. Dash—yes.” Every nerve ending in my body was on fire. The bed was on fire. My house was on fire.