Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 157162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
His finger dipped down, teasing at my back entrance, causing another full-body shiver before it left. I wondered if he was into ass play. The thought excited me, my mind desperate for Elliot to make his mark on as many places on my body as possible.
Within moments that felt like lifetimes, his cock was pressing against my soaking entrance. My body tensed, and my eyes watered when he brutally seated himself to the hilt, seamlessly sliding in, as I was primed for him.
“Fuck,” his curse was curt, cutting through the filmy shadow of desire coating the air.
I turned to look at him in question.
He was frozen in place, hand at my hip, bare cock at my entrance. “Condom,” he groaned. “I don’t carry one around in my back pocket.”
“Neither do I.” Although I’d gone there with a purpose and a well-stocked purse, I’d acted on reckless impulse. “I’m clean. In that sense.” Heat crept up my cheeks. “And there is absolutely no chance of me trapping you in a pregnancy,” I added, blushing even hotter.
Reckless. Fucking reckless. Proposing that. An intimate act without barriers. Worse still if Elliot, rightly so, refused me.
But his cock flexed against my pussy, his eyes searching my face. When he opened his mouth to say something, I tensed. Slowly, he closed it, nodding. “Yeah, I’ll take you raw, Calliope. Now turn the fuck around.”
If my nails could’ve torn into the wood of the bar, they would’ve. My body strained against his size, against the angle, the orgasms that already had me spent.
Though I wasn’t sure I could handle more, there was no way I would have asked him to go slow, be gentle. No, I didn’t want that. I wanted Elliot Shaw to fucking ruin me.
As if he’d read my mind, he slammed into me again, no pause, no respite. Just hard, ruthless rutting that was animalistic.
My eyes watered as an impossible climax built inside me, one I didn’t know if I could handle. Surely, there was a limit to how much pleasure a human body could experience.
Elliot’s hand clutched my hair, pulling at it, giving me the glorious relief of pain to counteract the indescribable ecstasy.
Tears escaped the corners of my eyes, and a strangled scream erupted from my throat as Elliot rammed in harder than ever, stars exploding in my vision and melting the world around me.
I rode the wave, concentrating on surviving his storm, my legs shaking with the effort it took to stay upright, legs spread, bracing myself as much as I could on the surface of the bar.
Through a fog, I heard Elliot roar out a climax. It rattled the edges of my brain, warming it with the satisfaction of hearing such a primal sound come out of him, at being the one to bring that out in him.
His spurts of hot cum inside me lengthened my already world-shattering climax.
As his thrusts stilled, the world came back into focus, the bottles and glasses of the bar no longer blurry. I squinted at the mirror that was mounted behind them, seeing myself in it. Or someone who vaguely resembled me.
But she wasn’t me.
Her hair was wild around her shoulders, a mess of curls. Her lipstick was smudged against her lips, streaks of tears running down her unfathomably flushed cheeks. Well fucked, for sure. But something else too. I was without my constant barriers.
There was nothing there. My eyes were sparkling, glimmering. It must’ve been a trick of the light.
That might’ve scared the shit out of me had my gaze not darted to Elliot. To his shirtless form, the contours of his shoulders, his own cheeks flushed red. It could’ve made him look boyish, but coupled with the square jaw, the crooked nose, the absolutely wild, masculine look of unmitigated satisfaction in his eyes… It all served to make him sexier.
I catalogued every version of Elliot I’d come to glimpse, greedily hoarding them in my memory.
His eyes met mine in the mirror, a hungry smirk turning the side of his mouth as he clasped my hip and slowly pulled out of me.
My body sagged in relief but also in grief. I’d never felt more whole than when he was inside me. I already felt my body tensing, hastily building shields, albeit lazily as my body was still captured by the most powerful orgasms in my life.
“Stay there,” Elliot ordered, voice gruff but with a tender edge.
I didn’t reply. I didn’t have the ability to form words yet. If anyone walked in, they’d be in for a sight, me completely naked, sagging against the bar, cum leaking down my inner thighs.
I didn’t much care. I didn’t much care if the world fell down around my ears. I didn’t have the energy to do anything but inhale and exhale.
Elliot returned, the sound of his footfalls echoing in my brain.