Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51131 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 256(@200wpm)___ 205(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Actually, I can, and the last time I wanted something that much, I couldn’t have it.
I would have traded away all the rest of my days for one more night with Sally, but once she was gone, no amount of bargaining with the gods could get me what I wanted. Not ever again.
The memory fuels my need to hold tight to Gemma at this moment. It’s been so long since I’ve wanted something like this, but she’s not one more night with my dead wife. I can have her—and I will.
I break away from Gemma’s lips to kiss her collarbone—short, greedy little kisses. I move lower and kiss her breasts, then lower still. I move down her stomach, leaving kisses along the way. Then, finally, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her black panties and pull them down.
“Wait,” she says, reaching for them to keep her safety barrier in place.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her, pushing her hand away and dragging her panties off.
I toss the panties and bend down, fighting the instinct to latch onto her pussy right away. She’s too skittish, so I have to ease her in.
I kiss her inner thigh like I did when she was standing, but this time, I bite them, too. She gasps and shudders as I’m gentle, then rough, and when I can’t take it anymore, I push my tongue into her, groaning at the taste of her arousal on my tongue.
She cries out as my tongue brushes her sensitive clit. I could take my time tasting her, but my aching cock wants to get inside her. I don’t waste time exploring. I zero right in on her clit and fuck that sensitive little nub with my tongue until her thighs are trembling and broken cries emanate from her lovely throat.
Her nails dig into the bedding. She pants and bucks and begs. “Hayden.”
Fuck, that’s hot.
I eat her with abandon, her desperate cries sinking hooks into me and making me crave her even more.
When she comes, she cries out and tries to twist away from me, but I don’t fucking think so. I let go of her long enough for her to roll over on her tummy, but only so I can shuck the last of my clothing and roll a condom on my dick.
I come up behind her, forcing her thighs apart and making room for myself between them. She’s still tummy down on the bed, but I don’t ask her to get up on her knees because there’s a chance she’ll say no.
I don’t typically fuck in this position. It feels predatory, like something I’m doing to her before she can stop me instead of something I’m doing with her. Without warning, I push my cock into her sensitive pussy and drive deep.
She cries out as I fill her, bracing her hands against the mattress. She’s fucking tight even though she just came, and it takes some effort to bury myself all the way to the hilt.
“Hayden.”
Fuck, she feels so good.
I’m terrified she’s going to stop me. So terrified I cover her mouth as I push into her again. I can’t even think straight, she feels so fucking good. I hear little muffled cries against my palm as I fuck her, but I’m too consumed with the heaven of her body to pay them much heed.
I can’t kiss her the way I want to since she’s facedown on the bed, but with my hand over her mouth, it’s easy to pull her back like a bow and kiss the side of her face before lowering her and driving into her again.
I’m so lost to the pleasure of possessing her that I can’t be entirely sure she’s enjoying herself as much as I am until her cries against my palm grow more desperate and broken, and I feel her pussy choking the life out of my cock.
Fuck.
She’s coming, and it throws me over the edge. I shove deep and join her, cursing and groaning as I thrust through the intensity of my own orgasm.
The high lasts longer than it usually does, but when it finally stops, I let go of her mouth and collapse against her on the bed. I press my lips to her bare shoulder blade. I want to kiss her everywhere, but I’m too fucking spent to move.
Gemma lies beneath me quietly, pinned beneath my weight, trapped tummy down on the mattress. Awareness that I’m probably crushing her washes over me, so I move off her body with some effort.
I don’t want to let her go, but when I reach out to pull her into my arms, she moves away and sits up.
I’m blissed out and inordinately pleased, but she looks sober as she scoots toward the edge of the bed.
I figure she may want to go to the bathroom to clean up, so I don’t think much of it until she starts gathering up her clothes.