Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74956 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I whimper as my body spasms around him, every muscle tight and trembling as the pleasure winds on and on.
“God, yes,” Stone growls, his hand clamping around the back of my neck as he thrusts up harder, faster. “Gonna come. Gonna come with you, in you. So deep in you, Rem.”
“Yes,” I gasp, still riding the aftershocks. “Come inside me. Come with me, Stone.”
He lets out a primal groan, his hips jerking as he loses control and his cock begins to pulse against my inner walls. I feel his come flooding into me, hot and thick, as he pulls me even closer, pinning my hips to his as he gives me every drop.
And it’s wicked and wonderful and so right, I can’t believe I ever thought I could walk away from this. From him.
From us…
Afterward, we lie sweat slick and panting, my head heavy on his shoulder.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks. We just breathe, basking in heat and pleasure and something much more profound than the usual afterglow.
Eventually, he strokes a hand down my spine. “Still alive up there?”
“Barely,” I mumble, my lips brushing his collarbone. “You ruined me, as promised.”
“Good.” His laugh is warm, satisfied. “I like to deliver on my promises.”
I shift, and he groans as I slide off of him, both of us wincing at the mess. I reach for the edge of the blanket to wipe up, but he beats me to it, grabbing a shirt off the floor and doing it himself with slow, tender strokes.
After a beat, I catch a glimpse of the busty Bushtit on the fabric and swat his arm. “Hey, that’s my shirt, mister.”
“Oh, no.” His jaw drops in mock horror before he shrugs. “Guess you’ll just have to borrow a clean one and walk around looking all sexy with my tee shirt barely covering your fine ass.” He flashes a shameless grin. “Oops.”
“Jerk,” I tease as he flops down beside me again.
“Yeah, but I made you come really hard, so I’m forgiven.”
“You sure did.” I sigh and curl against his side. His fingers tangle in my hair, rubbing slow circles into my scalp. And for once, I don’t fight the comfort of his touch, his affection.
I let myself relax into his body, into the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek. I’m actually halfway to a little cat nap by the time he says, “My tongue is missing your pussy, though.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Next time, I want to taste you before I fuck you.”
I hum, my eyes still closed. “Planning the next time, already?”
He shifts on top of me again, kissing a slow path down my neck, lazy but promising.
I crack a lid, deciding maybe naptime can wait.
“Oh, Bossy,” he murmurs as he kisses my breast, just above where my nipple is pulling tight again. “I’m planning on a lot of next times. Stay the night?”
My heart clenches. This is the dangerous part.
Not the sex or the secrecy, but these intimate moments. The sleeping over, the breakfasts the next morning, the way it feels so right to bust his balls for taking longer to do his hair than I do mine.
The way we just…fit, like I’ve never fit with anyone else.
And tonight is more dangerous than any night that’s come before. If I stay, if we go for round two or maybe even three, will I be able to keep all the mooshy things I’m not ready to say under wraps? Or will I tell him I’m in love with him while he’s buried in my pussy and escalate our “complication” status to a whole new level?
“Please,” he adds after a beat, his tongue flicking across my nipple, summoning a gasp from low in my throat. “I need someone to help me eat my leftover lasagna before it goes bad. And then I need this pussy again, from behind, while you claw at the sheets.”
I should go. I really should.
But I think I’m already too far gone.
“First from behind,” I whisper. “Then lasagna, then shower, then maybe we’ll do some tasting before bed. But no tasting right now. I’m too messy down there.”
“You’re never too messy down there,” he scoffs, and then he proves it.
And somehow, I manage to keep my secret under wraps as I come, then come again, before padding into the kitchen to pet Barb while Stone heats up lasagna. But it isn’t easy, which means it’s time to do some serious thinking about where we go from here.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I’m too exhausted from orgasms to do anything but stagger straight to bed after our shower and collapse.
The moment Stone drops Barb on the mattress at our feet and curls around me, I’m out, falling into a deep, peaceful sleep as he kisses my neck and promises to make pancakes tomorrow.