Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84442 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Keep that head up, Princess,” he taunts, not slowing his thrusts for a second. “Let everyone on the other side of that mirror see just how well I fuck you. Show them what they can’t have.”
The reminder of our potential audience jolts through me like lightning, and I raise my head to stare at our reflections. He chuckles as I clench down around him, his grin dark and dangerous in the mirror.
His muscles bunch as he fucks into me, nails digging into my skin.
I can’t take my eyes off him in the mirror, the flush across his face and the sweat glistening on his chest as he takes me apart piece by piece. It feels like the whole world is shattering around me, broken by the pleasure lighting up every last one of my nerve endings. My orgasm gives me more warning this time, building low in my gut as he hits every single spot inside of me that makes me shake.
I push back into his thrusts, panting out broken pleas.
“Yeah, that’s it, such a good girl for me.” His thrusts start to lose their rhythm, his hips grinding harshly against mine as blissful pleasure creeps up on both of us. “You ask for permission before you come, got it?”
I nod, a hoarse shout tearing from my throat when my arms fail me, sending me tumbling face-first into the mattress. It only serves to get him impossibly deeper inside of me, and he moans as his thrusts quicken.
“So close, Nick, I can’t,” I gasp, my eyes rolling back into my head as he pins my shoulders down against the mattress. “Fuck, right there, yes, please! I need to come, please let me come on your cock, I—”
He cuts me off by reaching around to slide his fingertips over my clit, starting up a vicious pattern that has me tensing in bliss immediately.
“You can come,” he says, the words trailing off on a moan. “That’s it, come for me, Riley.”
My peak hits me before he even finishes speaking, my whole body tensing as pleasure burns through me. I wail out a garbled attempt at his name as my vision goes white with bliss.
Not even ten seconds later, he slams as deep into me as he can get and stills, a broken groan falling from his lips as he lays his forehead between my shoulder blades. I can feel every hot pulse of his cock as he fills me up, come coating the walls of my pussy and leaking out around the base of his cock.
He peels one hand off my hip to tangle our fingers together, squeezing my hand wordlessly as we pant raggedly.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers, peppering exhausted kisses over my bare shoulders. “My good girl.”
I nod, too tired out to do anything but agree.
“Yes… I’m yours.”
CHAPTER 15
NICK
I’m only out of bed for the three seconds it takes me to tug the blinds outside the two-way mirror closed, unwilling to be away from her for longer than absolutely necessary.
Now that she’s in my hands, I don’t want to let her go even for a moment.
The show is over, and while I wanted everyone to see just how perfect Riley is for me, I have no intention of sharing this with anyone. The sight of her fucked-out and looking at me like I’m her whole world is for me alone.
I’ve waited for what feels like my entire life for her, and finally having her—properly having her—is better than I could have ever imagined. She’s the most stunning thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
I don’t want to let anyone else ever look at her again.
Climbing back into bed with her, I tug the blankets up to cover us before I pull her close to my chest. She nuzzles into me, wrapping her arms around me, making the sweetest little noises as she comes down from her high, while I pepper gentle kisses across her face.
“You did so well for me, Princess,” I murmur against her cheek. “You’re even better than I imagined.”
“Imagine me a lot?” she asks with a giggle, still a bit unfocused as she grins up at me playfully.
“Constantly.”
Her smile turns soft and adoring as she pulls me down for a lazy, sweet kiss. I keep her close to me, protected in my arms, right where she belongs. It feels too perfect, too right, like letting go of her will ruin me.
“I do hope you know I’m not letting you go now,” I explain as I idly trace my thumb along the line of her collarbone. “You’re mine, Riley.”
She makes a soft sound, reassuring and thrilled in equal measure, and tucks her face into my throat. I can feel her lips curve in a blissed-out smile as her nails skate aimlessly over my back.
“Guess I’m lucky that there’s no place I’d rather be,” she replies as she tilts her head back to meet my gaze. “I’m yours, Nick.”