Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Frowning, she picked up our plates. “Pie with whipped cream. It looked so tempting, I couldn’t resist.”
“Oh,” I muttered, disappointed.
She returned a moment later with a pie, setting it on the table. I narrowed my eyes. The plaid top was gone, leaving her in a short robe that ended mid-thigh. It hugged her figure, belted tightly at the waist. “Autumn,” I asked. “What are you doing?”
“Getting dessert.”
“You keep losing your clothing.”
She looked down. “Oh, some of us send pictures of getting dressed. Others prefer to do the opposite and undress for our partners.”
Then she was gone, her robe flying from her shoulders and landing like a satin rug on the floor.
I grinned, realizing what she was doing. She hadn’t commented on my texts yesterday other than a winking emoji. This was payback.
I intended to enjoy it.
She walked back in, carrying plates and a bowl of whipped cream. My breath caught. Her hair was loose now, hanging down her back in ribbons of burnished gold. She wore a corset in a rich wine color that looked amazing against her skin. Her breasts rode high, almost spilling over the top. A matching wisp of lace covered the sweet cleft between her legs. She smiled, knowing exactly what my reaction would be.
My cock hardened at her sensual beauty. The way the candlelight caught her hair and skin, the flickering movement adding to her magnificence. She set down the plates and stood in front of me. “Would you like me to serve you dessert, Sully?”
I pushed my chair back, widening my legs and patting my lap. “Yes.”
“Lose the shirt,” she instructed.
I yanked it over my head and tossed it behind me.
She straddled me, her arms around my neck.
“You are a fucking vision,” I growled, tracing a finger over her collarbone, down her arm and back across to the other one. I smiled as goose bumps appeared.
“I thought you might like it.”
“You thought right.” I tugged on the satin a little, bringing her closer. “I don’t think I want pie for my dessert.”
She pouted, holding up her little bowl. “But I have whipped cream. Oh!” she gasped as she “accidentally” tipped the bowl, the cold white foam landing on my torso. “My bad,” she murmured. “I’ll have to clean it up.”
Her mouth on my skin left a trail of fire everywhere it went. I groaned as she swirled her tongue along my chest, sucking my nipples into her mouth and teasing them, biting and licking. More whipped cream landed on my skin, and she lapped it off, sucking lightly on the juncture of my neck. “So good,” she murmured.
“Autumn,” I moaned as she shifted over me, rubbing herself on my cock. “You little tease. You want me? You want my cock filling you for dessert?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
I slipped my fingers between us, feeling her wet and ready for me. “Jesus, you are so responsive. You get all dressed up for me to tease me? You make me dinner and sit across from me, hiding all the sexiness, making me watch you strip to reveal this sexy number? That turned you on?”
“Thinking of how you would react turned me on,” she whispered. “Knowing you wanted me covered or uncovered made me wet. Knowing how you’d feel all hard and demanding inside me once you saw your gift made me wet. I’m always wet thinking of you, Sully. Of us—fucking.”
That did it. That one sexy word uttered in her breathless voice did it. The wisp of lace was torn off her in a second. I ripped down my sweats and guided myself inside her with a snap of my hips. I yanked down the satin covering her breasts and latched on to a nipple, sucking and licking, going from one to the other. I gripped her hips, lifting her, driving her back down with barely concealed restraint. She flung back her head, crying out at the intensity of our coupling. I fisted her hair, licking and kissing her neck, marking her, knowing full well Bonnie would see it the next day.
I wanted everyone to see it. To know she was taken. That she was mine.
Jesus—when had I become this caveman?
Autumn’s inner walls gripped me like a fist. She pulled at my hair, then grabbed at the table behind her, using it to move. Our eyes met and held as she drove herself down in time with my thrusts. She gasped and moaned. Whimpered my name. Begged for more.
“Take whatever you need,” I snarled. “Jesus, you are so sexy. Fuck me, love. Fuck me so I know who I belong to,” I encouraged her.
Her eyes widened, and her muscles began fluttering around me. Her breathing became labored, and she made a low, sensual noise in her throat. I pulled her to my chest and kissed her as she climaxed, holding her tightly and feeling my own orgasm crash over me. The pleasure rushed through me like a tornado, obliterating everything in its path. All I could feel and hear was her. Us. Our passion. My name being called. My harsh breathing as I gasped hers.