Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94092 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
His cock presses hard against me through his briefs, right where I ache, wet beyond the pool’s warm grip. I gasp, the friction a spark that sets me ablaze. He groans, a raw sound. His hands slide to my ass, fingers digging in, pulling me close. Water sloshes, a quiet pulse matching our breaths. He tugs at my lingerie, the lace bra and panties slip free, and float off in the warm current. I’m bare now, water teasing my core. His fingers find my sex and stroke slowly. A moan escapes, desperate, unstoppable.
“You’re so damn wet,” he murmurs, lips on my neck, sucking gently.
His stubble scrapes my skin, rough, exquisite, and God, it feels so good. I shudder, lost in him, in love so fierce it feels like it’s a wound. My heart pounds, heavy with need, with ache. His fingers slide inside, one, then two, stretching me, and the pleasure is sharp, searing, like a spark to kindling. My moans grow louder, urgent, tearing from my throat. I bite my lip, thinking of Jason asleep upstairs, trying to stay silent, but it’s near impossible when Max is breaking me open… His touch is like a blaze that owns me.
“Quiet, baby,” he growls, his lips grazing my ear, voice thick and hot.
And then he tugs his briefs down, the fabric sliding over his hips, revealing the hard lines of his body. His cock emerges, pale in the water, but thick, rigid, and pulsing with need. A sight that steals my breath. I reach for him, my hand trembling, fingers wrapping around his length. He’s velvet-smooth, alive under my touch. I stroke him, savoring the way he throbs in my palm. He groans deeply. His head tips back, and his eyes flutter shut, mouth open, and I’m enthralled by the power I have over him, the desire that burns between us, raw and reckless.
I guide him to me, my legs tightening around his waist, desperate, needing him closer. Water lifts us, makes me weightless, but his presence grounds me, heavy, real. He enters me, slow, oh, so slow. His cock slides deep, filling me with a stretch that burns. So sweet, so perfect, a sensation I’ve craved for years. I gasp helplessly.
“Fuck, Amelia,” he rasps, voice broken, eyes opening to meet mine, dark with love, with hunger. The intensity in his gaze rips me open, lays me bare, and I’m drowning in him, in us.
He moves then, each thrust deep, sparking pleasure that sets my nerves ablaze. Water slaps around us in a soft, secret rhythm. I cling to him, fingers clawing his skin, marking him as mine, even if only for now. His hands grip my hips, firm, pulling me into each thrust, his strength unyielding, possessive.
For one bizarre second, Sara’s face flashes into my head—she is smiling at me trustingly—a sharp stab of guilt hurts me in the guts, but Max’s eyes hold me, fierce, like I’m his entire world. And her image disintegrates. Sorry, Sara. But this moment is beyond me. I’ve watched her and I know what she feels for Max is not the same. She doesn’t know what it is like to be so in love that it is a wound, so deep it never heals. Every day it tears, bleeds, and hurts. This is the kind of love I’ve carried through the years, but just for now, it doesn’t hurt. Just for this little while, it burns brightly like the most beautiful star in the sky.
And I’m going to let it shine even if it means I’m damned to hell.
“Oh God,” I gasp, a desperate plea.
He thrusts harder, deeper, his rhythm relentless, fingers finding my clit, stroking fast, matching his pace. Pleasure coils, tight, blazing, my body trembles, every nerve alive with him. My breaths come shallow, ragged, and my heart beats with love.
The orgasm hits, a searing wave, shattering me.
My mouth is buried in his neck, teeth biting his skin to silence a scream. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful.
He follows, groaning deep, his cock pulsing, his cream flooding me, warm, binding us in this wild, stolen moment, a love so raw it breaks my heart.
We hold each other, panting, water cooling around us, moonlight silvering his face. His eyes soften, brimming with love, a tenderness that cracks me open.
“I love you,” he whispers, his forehead pressed to mine, voice raw, trembling with emotion.
My heart splits, love and guilt twisting, sharp as a blade. I love him too, so much I almost can’t voice the words.
Chapter
Thirty
MAX
We cling to each other in the pool. Her legs are still wrapped around my waist, her body trembling from the orgasm that just broke her, her breath hot against my neck. My cock pulses inside her. I pull back, hands on her hips, fingers tracing her skin under the water. She’s radiant, hair slicked back. Her eyes are soft with a love I don’t deserve, and her nipples are hard. And just like that, my mouth waters for a taste of her, hunger rising sharp.