Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 96512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 483(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)
His front presses against my back and his hands roam my body as he thrusts in and out. His hands go to my breasts, squeezing, pinching, pressing. His arm around my waist keeps me in place. Keeps me in the perfect position for his relentless cock, driving into me over and over. I can barely catch my breath as he slams into me.
I know I’m going to be sore in the morning. I’m thankful. I’ll be able to feel him despite him not being with me. That’s what I want. A constant reminder of him. It’s what I need.
He anchors his hands on my shoulders and pushes into me, and it’s so deep and so perfect, my orgasm twists awake at the bottom of my spine.
“I’m going to come,” I choke out in panic.
He pulls out and his hands leave my body. “No coming,” he snaps. “Not until I tell you.”
“Fisher!” I cry out at the loss of his body over mine.
“Take a deep breath. You’re not to come.”
I cling to the headboard, desperate to let go and pull him back over me, but he’s told me not to move, so I don’t.
“You think you can take my cock again without coming?” he asks.
I nod my head.
His breath is hot on the back of my neck and my muscles unlock as I feel him close to me again.
His cock nudges at my entrance and slides in again.
Instantly, I’m close to orgasm.
I shake my head. I don’t think I can do this. He feels too good. Too perfect. “Fisher,” I cry out, helpless.
“Breathe,” he says. “Don’t come. Breathe.”
I try and do what he says. I pull in a breath and try to pull back from the edge of my orgasm. It helps a little, but my entire body starts to vibrate, like my climax is threatening to spill over in every cell of my body.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Juniper. And you’re going to keep taking deep breaths and you’re not going to come until I tell you. Okay?”
I pull in a deep breath because just his words are enough to send convulsions of pleasure through my body.
I nod, unsure if I’ll actually be able to stop myself. He pulls out and I exhale.
“Relax your body,” he says. “It will be so much more intense when you do come.”
I don’t think I can take more intensity. Being with Fisher is already the most intense sex I’ve ever had. I’m not sure I can survive more.
I do my best to unlock my shoulders and release my tightened muscles, and then he slams into me and it pushes the breath from my lungs and my orgasm flicks her tail like she’s lying in wait, ready to be unleashed.
“Fisher!” I cry.
“Don’t you dare come,” he says, slamming into me again. He pushes so hard, I almost lose my grip. He pulls me up, his arm around my waist. My muscles are weak now. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hang on.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, you’re never going to forget it.”
For a fleeting second, I wonder if he’s trying to fuck me so I don’t forget him. He doesn’t realize that I could never forget him.
“Now come,” he says, and his fingers find my clit. It’s like he’s pressed a release button and I’m exploding around him. My body quivers as he holds me, still fucking me relentlessly and without mercy. My orgasm stretches on and on and on, and it’s like roses are blooming over and over in my body. As I float back down, Fisher’s arms are around me and he’s fucking me still. It’s like he thinks I might disappear if he stops.
My entire body is limp and lifeless, and finally he explodes behind me, calling my name. He pulls me back onto his lap and I tip my head back so it’s resting on his shoulder.
His chest is heaving. My stomach is still rippling. I’m raw and exhausted and happy.
Fisher’s made sure I will never forget him.
TWENTY-SIX
Fisher
Vivian’s already at her usual table when I arrive to meet her for breakfast. I check my watch. I’m ten minutes earlier than our agreed time. She’s not usually late. But she’s not usually early, either. The hairs at the back of my neck stand up. Something’s wrong.
“Hey,” I say, sliding into the chair opposite her.
“Hi, Fisher.” She looks a little surprised to see me.
“Were you not expecting me?”
She shrugs. “Of course.”
“Is everything okay?” I ask her.
“Yeah. Rough night with the little one. And… you know, I think we’re coming to the end of the album. Things will shift again.”
The end of the album. That’s a good thing for Right Records. But it means I’ll have no reason to be in Colorado.
“It’s sounding spectacular.”
Finally, she smiles. “Yeah, I’m really happy with it. I really worried about recording after the baby. You change in so many ways after a child. I thought maybe I’d be so focused on motherhood that I wouldn’t be able to be a musician anymore.”