Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“I’m okay. Pinching myself because I feel like this is a dream.” He stands there, jaw clenched, cheeks hollowing in and out, like he’s trying to catch his breath, phone in his hand that is on the verge of damage. “You have an issue with phones, huh?” My voice comes out huskier, full of desire that I wasn’t expecting.
“Jesucristo, you’re fucking beautiful.” He drops the phone to the counter, a clatter echoing in the otherwise quiet room save for the water and both of our labored breathing. I have no control over my body, not over the way I can feel my nipples pebble into diamond-hard points, not the way my pussy weeps with the sweeping of his gaze, and his unabashed way Santiago has no problem letting his cock stand at attention, not trying to hide it from me at all.
“Santiago.” His name leaves my lips, as if saying a prayer. He prowls like a lion going after its last meal, opening the glass door and pressing the buttons—yes, buttons—that turn the water on and off, except unlike me, he does it with barely a look. Then he steps inside, fingers curling over an errant wave that’s surrounding my nipple. “Oh God.” Keeping my eyes open takes an act unlike any other.
“The first time I take this gorgeous body won’t be in a shower. I want you spread beneath me, not worrying about your injuries, and I want the rest of the air cleared because this thing between you and me, Cadence, it’s happening.” My legs press together, trying to alleviate the need to come. He doesn’t allow it to go unnoticed. His eyes laser focus on my bare folds. I’m sure seeing more than the water droplets that are clinging to my body.
“Yes, please.” One moment, I’m standing with Santiago in front of me. In the next, I have a towel wrapped around my body and he’s picking me up, my legs wrapping around his waist yet again, my core right on top of his cotton-covered cock. That doesn’t stop me from grinding down. When our lips mesh together, he asserts his dominance, taking from my ravenous body, and then I’m on my back.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.” His breath is ragged. I don’t give him an answer. Instead, I do the last thing I’d ever expect of myself, I’m sure what he expects too, flipping my towel open, spreading my legs wider, and my hands move to his hips, pulling him closer.
NINETEEN
Santiago
“I’m not going to say no, Santiago.” I wedge my body closer to hers, being mindful of her injuries, lips grazing hers, not deepening it like I’d like to. If I did, I would miss out on the rest of her curvaceous body. My mouth travels from her lips, kissing and nipping at her neck. Cadence’s hands squeeze my hips, fingers digging into my skin as I take my time, tasting her, basking in the moment she’s giving me.
“Good. The things I want to do to this body, these tits. One day soon, my cock will be between them, your tongue peeking out to lap at the cum that gathers at the tip.” My hands cup the underside of them. Feeling them pressed against me earlier was torture in the best way possible. Her body vibrates as she hums low in her throat. My mouth attaches to one berry-tipped nipple, sucking it to the roof of my mouth, while my other hand slides down the side of her body, trailing a path to where I know one day soon will have my mouth. A goal of mine will definitely be to kiss, lick, suck, and nip every square inch of her body. “Fuck, yes, I’ll paint your body with my cum that you don’t take into what I know is a greedy mouth, isn’t that right, cariño?”
I lift my body up, taking my mouth away from one nipple and moving to the other. She must not like how I moved, her hips no longer cradling mine. She attempts to thrust her body up, using one foot for purchase to arch into me. “Patience, Cadence,” I breathe against her nipple after wetting it with my tongue, seeing her skin flush with a pretty blush as well as her skin pebbling as if she were cold, except I know that’s not the case, not with the sheen of perspiration covering her body.
“Santiago, please quit torturing me.” I feel her hand move from my hips, one sliding into my sweatpants, the tips of her fingers reaching my shaft, skimming the head, thumb sweeping over the pre-cum that’s gathered there. Then she pulls her hand out of my sweats, and I watch as she brings her thumb to her mouth, sucking the cum from it.
“You’re one to talk, Cadence. Seems someone is greedy for my cock.” I step back, leaving her body. Next time, I’ll have to get a taste of her wetness that’s currently coating my lower abdomen from her using my body to attempt to get off.