Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I pressed a kiss to her neck as my hand slid between her thighs to work her clit as she started to move, finding the pace she liked, then doubling down on it as her moans filled the room, as her thighs shook, as her pussy got tighter and tighter as she got closer and closer.
The orgasm ripped through her, catching her off guard, making her let out a choked gasp as she spasmed around my cock over and over.
I wasn’t done with her, though.
If this was going to be the last time, I was going to make the most of it.
I shifted up, moving her onto all fours, her hands on the arm of the couch, moved behind her, then slammed deep inside her again.
She let out a ragged moan that it wasn’t too hard, that she liked it when I was on the brink of losing control with her.
I gathered her hair, twisting it around my fist, then grabbed her hip, using it to slam her back into me as I thrust forward. Not that she needed me to do it, she was rocking back into every thrust, her moans filling the suite, her breathing getting fast and ragged.
I nearly came with her as she cried out and sagged forward, making my hand pull her hair harder as she tightened around me over and over.
But I wasn’t done.
Not yet.
I slid out, turning her, and pressing her flat against the cushions before coming over her.
My lips were on hers then, soft, deep.
Her body was lax beneath me, but her lips responded, kissing me back until my mouth felt like it was tingling.
Her hands drifted up and down my back and her hips started to do soft little rocks against me.
I lifted up, watching her face as I gently pressed back inside.
My breath shook out of my chest as a soft sigh escaped her while I slowly stretched her to the base.
Her arms and legs wrapped me up then, and I leaned down, taking her lips again.
No amount of her moaning, of her writhing and soft pleading, would make me go faster.
I wanted to make this last.
I wanted, in some silent way, to show her that this meant something to me.
So all I could give her was slow, sweet, intense, meaningful. And that’s what I did.
But even a slow pace drove her to that edge. And before long, she was crashing over, her cries muffled against my lips.
I buried deep, coming with her.
Afterward, I couldn’t seem to make myself move away. At least not until my arms ached from trying to hold up some of my weight, and Rue’s little aftershocks had settled, and our breathing and heartbeats had slowed.
I pressed one last kiss to her lips before moving away.
I grabbed my towel and then made my way right into the main bathroom.
I shut the door, locked it, cleaned up, then finally looked up at myself in the mirror.
I saw it there.
The conflicted feelings rushing through my head, heart, blood.
The pleasure mixed with dread, with regret, with, yes, fear.
I never should have put my hands on her.
It would have been hard enough without that connection.
But now? Now that I knew exactly what I was losing, what we both would be losing?
Fuck.
I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through this night.
The cowardly part of me wanted to drop her off at the club and let Huck handle the ugly shit. But I knew I couldn’t do that. She deserved the truth from me. And I deserved whatever reaction she would have to it all.
I wrapped the towel around myself and made my way back out to find she’d already pulled the new cart out of the elevator.
On it were two plates of three different cheesecake slices on each and a carafe of coffee with all the fixings.
“I thought we were just getting vanilla cheesecake,” she said, cheeks still flushed from the sex, her smile warm enough to melt the iceberg of dread in my heart.
“I figured we had to try all of them,” I said, looking down at the vanilla bean, chocolate swirl, and cherry.
I wasn’t hungry.
And I honestly didn’t taste anything as I forced myself to eat along with her.
But her pleasure was enough to have my lips curving up.
“Okay, I think Teddy is right. I mean, the cherry should be my favorite. It’s a classic. It’s what I would always go for. But the vanilla just has a little extra something.”
“And the chocolate?”
“Is what I would reach for on a bad day for sure, but the vanilla is where it’s at. I’m only mad that I now know this exists, but it’s likely out of my price range. And definitely out of convenience range.”
She sat back with her coffee, her hand casually resting on her stomach.
“This was maybe the best day of my life,” she told me, shooting me such a sweet look that my chest ached.