Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I shift my weight and straddle him. He sits up straighter and I feel him stiffen between my legs. I’m sick of living my life in fear, always terrified of what might happen, what people might think of me, what I might think of myself. I want to feel good for once, and being with Emilio’s the only thing I’ve ever found that overwhelms the self-loathing I feel deep inside.
I moan into his lips and move my hips slowly. It’s not the same as it was before, it’s not the white-hot flash of sudden and intense need, but that’s good. This is a slower burn, a passion that builds and builds. He senses it, or maybe he feels it the way I do. He kisses me deeply and slowly, kisses my neck, peels my top off, licks the sweat from my breasts and growls his delight. He teases my nipples and bites my lower lip and pulls my hair tightly.
“You’re here,” he says as he shifts and takes my shorts off. He’s not wearing underwear, and his running bottoms slip down with ease, revealing his thick cock, already stiff with need. “You’re right here with me now, pet. You don’t have to think. You only have to feel.”
“Emilio.” He bites my lower lip. I grind down against his cock and gasp as his fingers dip along my pussy, teasing my wet folds. Pleasure rips into my mind and I moan as he slides inside of me.
I move down his shaft until he’s filling me to the brim. I kiss him slow and linger there, feeling his size between my legs, letting the feeling of his skin inside my slick pussy chase out any lingering sorrow before I start to ride him. He grips my ass and hips, and I work up and down, moving faster, moaning as I do it.
The sheer physical intensity blasts back the memories and drags me deep into this moment.
I want this so badly, I want to forget, but more than that I want to move on with my life.
I want something new, something better, and Emilio’s everything I could’ve asked for.
He understands me in a way I didn’t think anyone could.
“I thought you did it, you know. I really thought it was you,” I say, gasping as he slaps my ass. He pulls my hair and smirks as he slides his cock deeper. “God, I thought you fucking killed her.”
“I know you did, pet.”
“I hated you so goddamn much.” I glare at him as he pulls my hair again, harder. I fucking love it. “I wanted to kill you. I dreamed about throwing you off these cliffs.”
“And now?”
“I want you to come between my legs. I want you to come on my breasts and in my mouth. I want you to make me scream.”
“Good girl.”
He fucks me faster. We move in a frenzy, moaning, slick, sweating in the morning heat and so wet with passion and need. He kisses every inch of me, bites me, slaps my ass and pulls my hair and makes it hurt, and my want for him grows and grows, the intensity and pressure between my legs like a storm building on the horizon.
He’s going to sink me, I know it, capsize me and leave me stranded on the shoals.
He’ll wreck me if I let him, and I will, I want him to do it.
Pull me under, ruin me, drag me to the edge and finally, finally, release me, that sweet release, that endless, mindless moment of pure and utter blissful release.
“All mine, pet,” he whispers.
I shiver and bite his lip. He kisses me as I moan into his mouth.
I come, and he fucks me as I explode along his shaft, leaving him slick with me. I’m shivering as he finishes between my legs with a low groan, and he’s in me then, a part of me, a sticky bliss I won’t ever recover from.
“Good girl,” he says and strokes my hair and kisses me.
“What do we do now?” I ask, still pulsing and twitching slightly with the aftereffects, hugging close against his chest. “I don’t know where we go from here.”
“Now we move forward. That’s everything, isn’t it? We move forward.”
“Yeah. Forward.”
For the first time in my life, forward.
“Hey, Emilio! You up here? Emilio!”
It’s Nathan’s voice. I jump off Emilio’s lap and start pulling my clothes on, but too late. Nathan comes up the crest and spots us and for one second his cheeks turn bright red as he slaps a hand over his eyes.
“Shit! Shit! Sorry! I didn’t see anything.”
“Yes, you did,” Emilio says and stands with a sigh. I put my top on, blushing like mad. “It’s fine, Nathan. What’s going on?”
“Sorry. I didn’t know you two were—” Nathan peeks from between his fingers and drops his hand away. We’re both dressed now. Nathan’s face is serious, and a bad feeling sprouts between my shoulders. “It’s Lesley. Emilio, you’ve got to come quick.”