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)
“Nick,” she moans, yanking me back into another kiss, hungrier and heavier now. “Need you, Sir.”
“Patience, Miss Morgan,” I tease even as I hurriedly yank her skirt and panties down over her hips and toss them behind me carelessly. “I won’t be able to call you that much longer. You’ll be Mrs. D’Amico soon enough, won’t you, sweetheart?”
Riley’s mouth drops open a fraction, and her eyes go dark and desperate in a way I’ve never seen from her before.
She tugs me forward, clutching at my arms like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded as she kisses me until we’re both lightheaded and panting against each other’s mouths.
“Please,” she gasps out. “Please, don’t make me wait, I’m ready. I need you, Nick.”
Fuck.
If I knew calling her that would make her react like this, I’d have been doing it every five minutes since I slid that ring on her finger.
I shove my boxers down along with my slacks, my head dropping back on a groan when Riley’s fingers wrap around my hard cock. She swipes her thumb through the precum gathering at the head and uses it to slick her next stroke, pleasure blooming in my gut as I roll my hips forward.
“Don’t get impatient, Princess,” I scold, my voice thick with desire. “I need to stretch you out or it’ll hurt. You’re still so fucking tight.”
The grin she gives me in response is nothing short of wicked, and she closes her knees around my hips as she lies back on the counter.
“What if I want it to hurt?” she asks impishly as her fingers slide away from my cock.
Heat sears through my bloodstream when she lets her legs fall open, her pussy shining with how soaked she already is.
“Fucking hell.”
I’ve never been able to tell her no, and now is no different. Her breath hitches when I close the distance between us and grind the head of my cock against her entrance.
“You remember your safe word, Princess?”
“Yes, Sir,” she promises, wrapping one calf around me and tugging me in a step closer. “Fuck me.”
“Demanding,” I say with a laugh.
It drops into a moan when she rolls her hips forward, and I leave all thoughts of teasing in the wind.
My hands go tight around her waist, and I fold myself over her, my ear to her mouth so I can hear every cut of whimper that falls from her lips as I fill her up. I take it slow, grinding into her inch by inch, giving her time to get used to the stretch, but I don’t let her move.
She squirms beneath me, gasping out my name and pleas for more, but I sink into her almost painfully slowly, both of us shaking and on the edge by the time I finally bottom out.
“Like a fucking vice, Princess,” I groan, pulling halfway out and thrusting back in just to hear her whimper. “Such a good girl for me.”
She grasps at my hand when I set a slow rhythm, slamming deep inside her with every thrust. I twine our fingers together and pin her hand to the counter beside her head, a feral grin splitting my lips as I catch sight of the sparkle of her engagement ring.
It’s that sight that sends me over the edge, my orgasm punching through me with no warning just seconds before Riley follows me over the edge.
I don’t stop until I’m well and truly spent, my come dripping down both of our thighs and making a mess on the counter. Riley’s still panting beneath me, her body still twitching through the aftershocks, chestnut hair spilling out in loose waves across the marble, and I’ve never seen a more perfect sight.
“So perfect, Riley,” I praise, squeezing her fingers as I kiss her, slow and sweet. “Made for me.”
She chuckles, breathless and fucked out, and reaches her free hand up to card through my messy hair.
“Love you,” she whispers.
I kiss her again, tasting the sweetness her words leave behind.
“I love you too.” A grin spreads across my face as I remember the call I got from Thomas just before we left for Ma’s earlier, and I trail my hand over Riley’s hip as I lean back, pulling out with a soft hiss. “There’s a date auction at The Echelon tonight, if you’re up for it.”
Those pretty hazel eyes blow wide in surprise and then crease shut as she laughs at me.
“I’m pretty sure this,” she says teasingly, waving her engagement ring in the air, “means you don’t have to pay to go on a date with me.”
My ring on her finger is better than every fantasy I ever had about putting a collar around her neck. I catch her hand and bring it up to my lips, kissing each knuckle and then the diamond that takes up most of her ring finger.