Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Her hips buck off the mattress, fucking my face as I eat her. Wild and lost to the sensations of her body, she chases the high with me. My cock strains against the zipper of my jeans, begging for its turn.
Laying my forearm across her lower stomach, I force her hips back to the bed and use my other hand to sink fingers inside her tight hole, slick and ready. First one, then two, I push past her folds, her warm, firm walls welcoming the intrusion. I add a third and pump hard and fast, curling them to stroke the little bundle of nerves while my tongue flicks over her clit until she’s tugging at my hair and covering her own mouth to mute her screams.
She moans so hard, it resounds through her body into mine. Clamping her thighs against my head, she holds me hostage, riding the wave of release. She chants my name like a prayer as her juices pulse past my fingers and trickle down her ass crack and thighs.
I yank open my jeans to release my cock and glide my fingers through her cum, smothering my cock in her release as I climb to my knees and pull her hips into me until her ass sits over my thighs. Lifting from the bed onto her elbows, she watches as I line my tip up to her entry and slide into her, stretching her out, filling her up. “Have you missed my cock?” I groan, relishing the heat of her pussy squeezing the length of my dick.
“Yes. Fuck my pussy like you own it. Make me sore.”
“I do own it,” I growl, reaching up and wrapping my hands around her throat, squeezing just enough to tease her airways, taking care not to anger the bruises there. My forearm rests in the valley between her tits, and I sink my hips forward until I’m buried to the hilt, my balls slapping against her ass.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Kit. You own me,” I tell her, pulling back then powering my hips forward, making us both gasp. We fuck hard, sweat coating our skin. Our bodies collide with force and accuracy.
My cock, hands, and lips claim her, marking every inch of her skin with my scent until she’s screaming out again. Pinching her clit with my fingers, I tease her nipple rings with my teeth, giving her just enough pain to feed her pleasure, taking her to a new high. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, draining my release, and I pull out, my cum spurting over her pretty pink flesh. Her foot slams down on my shoulder, and she licks her lips, her chest heaving. Smirking, she crawls onto all fours and looks over her shoulder at me. “Again.”
Fuck, I’ve missed her.
CHAPTER 30
IT’S REAL
KITTY
I spread my hand across the mattress, my heart skittering to a stop. Empty.
No.
Memories of last night play out in my head like a movie. We exhausted each other, then he curled his body around mine, and I slept good for the first time in forever. Did he leave? Clearing the fog from my sleepy brain, I sit up, groaning from the brightness. Diamond must have opened the damn blinds yesterday. I despise that window. If I could, I’d live in a cave.
The sound of running water pricks my ears, and I release a strained laugh. He didn’t leave. A wave of happiness fizzles through my veins.
This time is different. It’s real.
“Do you hate me, Kit?”
“Yes, so fucking much.”
Slipping out of bed, I stretch my limbs, grunting from the effort. Keg walks across the room, arching his back and meowing at his food bowl. Placing some kibble down, I stroke his fur, making a mental note to take him out later, then push the bathroom door open.
A lazy smile creeps over my face. Cutter’s tall, perfect silhouette shows through the frosted glass of the shower. My heart begins its usual fast rhythm at the sight of him.
The soles of my feet tap against the cold tiled floor as I make my way to join him. Steam fogs the room, dusting my skin in goosebumps.
Cracking the door, the water sprays over his skin, bouncing onto mine. “I thought I fucked you into a coma the way you were snoring,” he teases, his eyes stroking over my skin like a dirty touch.
“I don’t snore.” I push my body flush with his and grip his cock in my palm.
“I beg to differ,” he groans, hissing when I bite into the flesh of his pec.
“And here I thought I was the one who does the begging,” I flirt, peppering kisses there. His cock grows in my fist, and I stroke the length.
Clasping my cheeks, he crashes his lips to mine, consuming me, forcing my mouth open with powerful swipes of his tongue. He kisses like he fucks, deep and rough, leaving my head spinning.