Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 132097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132097 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Her cheeks flush red.
I know she’s not used to doing this sort of thing.
It’s a crying shame if her past lovers never gave her this much attention.
It’s obvious she loves it, evident every time her pussy hugs my fingers, screaming for attention.
Who knew my little book nerd was so starved for touch?
“I… I want it,” she whispers.
“What do you want, woman? Talk to me.”
She bites her bottom lip shyly, the sight so erotic I lean down and free her bottom lip with my teeth, sucking it into my mouth until she gasps.
“Speak the fuck up,” I growl. “What do you want from me, Pages?”
Slowly, I fuck her with my fingers, loving how she arches into my touch.
“I want you to fuck me.”
My heart almost stops.
Because that’s what I’ve wanted ever since she sailed into my kitchen wearing that robe and nothing else, her hair still mussed up from being fucked and her eyes hazy with sex dreams.
There’s nothing in life sexier than a well-fucked woman coming from your bedroom, eager for more.
The fact that it’s Hattie just adds an extra forbidden thrill.
Truthfully, I haven’t wanted another person like her for eons—I haven’t let myself want another woman like this—for a very long time, and now I feel like a horny young buck again.
Six months of this should satisfy the itch, I hope.
This raging need to have her, morning, noon, and night.
Then when we split, when we go our separate ways, we’ll scrub the desire from our systems. We’ll have done everything we could ever want, and it’ll be easy to walk away.
For both of us.
Why does that feel like a damned lie?
I withdraw my fingers and suck the taste of her off me.
Incredible.
I kiss her deeply, hungrily, sliding my tongue against hers as I pull out a fresh condom and slide it on. Then I grab her and reposition her so she’s on top of me.
The view from this angle is flawless.
Big, round breasts in my face, that voluptuous flare of her hips, her legs splayed open and gripping my body.
Fuck.
Her eyes are so wide and bright, but as I hold my cock up for her delight, she slides down on it without a word or any more prompting.
Perfection.
I close my eyes for a second and savor.
Hattie’s pussy might be the closest to heaven I’ll ever get.
“Is that good for you?” I ask, my voice rough as I grab her hips and thrust up into her. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she whispers. Her hair falls over her face, leaving two jade eyes staring out behind the mess, spearing me with green.
I’m not one for extended eye contact during sex, no, but something about this has me captivated.
Six months.
Six fucking months.
That’s practically an eternity yet also the blink of an eye.
But it should be enough.
It has to be.
Growling, I guide her into a rhythm, teasing her clit with my thumb.
She tightens around me, moaning softly, and I know it won’t take too much to get her close. Especially with the way she’s grinding on my dick, finding the best angle, taking the pleasure I drive into her.
Seeing her like this shreds my senses, all her inhibitions gone as she chases raw pleasure.
There’s no time for politics here.
Nothing but the hard reality that I want her and she wants me—even if she’d never admit it if I hadn’t claimed her first.
I don’t regret a single solitary second.
Neither does she, judging by the way her eyes finally flutter shut.
Already so close.
Dammit, so am I.
I’m determined to hold out until she’s come on every inch of me, though.
Usually, I’m a brute, insisting the women I’m with come more than once before I unload. It’s a dark pride, the way I leave them in a heap after the hardest fit of their lives.
But seeing her bouncing on top of me does terrible things, and fuck—I won’t be able to hold back for long.
“Ethan, I’m—oh my God!” she whimpers, opening her eyes and looking right through me.
“Come for me, Pages.” I hold her gaze, hazy with pleasure.
She looks half-drunk as she licks her lips, rolling her hips one last time.
I rub her clit.
She moans long and low, shuddering with the force sweeping in.
And I don’t let up, fucking her through the storm, watching the way her eyes roll, the way her mouth pulls open.
Goddamn, I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful.
She’s never seemed so divine.
And it’s for my selfish, greedy eyes.
Nothing could stop me now.
I slam my hips into her, fire churning in my balls, a forest fire in every nerve.
I clench my teeth and come so hard I swear I’m turning inside out, every muscle turned to steel.
Pure plasma heat leaps up from the base of my spine, igniting it like one long fuse.
“Hattie, fuck!” I’m probably hurting her as my fingers dig into her ass and I plunge so deep.