Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 108862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
And he won’t stop.
Neither will my heart, racing with joy as he continues to show me a talent I wasn’t even remotely aware of him having.
Nothing outside this room matters.
I feel as big as a meteor hurling toward Earth.
Maybe with a similar inevitable countdown to doomsday, too.
And when I start to make some real noise, Diego’s other hand presses over my mouth, muffling it.
And he doesn’t know it yet, but that is the sexiest goddamned thing he could’ve possibly done.
And the closer I get to the edge, the less capable I am of doing anything about the bottomless moans I’m letting out through his squeezing fingers.
I try to tell him I’m close.
His fingers squeeze harder.
I buck against him, squirming, teetering on the absolute brim of ecstasy and chaos. I want this feeling to last forever, and yet I can imagine nothing else I desire right now than to come all over the place without a fucking care.
His fingers breach my lips.
I almost bite, groan, and manage, “Coming, coming, coming …”
A hand replaces his mouth. From the depths of my soul comes a moan that has no beginning or end, filling the enormous room from one corner to the other, maybe the hallways outside too, or the whole damned estate. Every stroke of his hand sends me to the brink of insanity with how sensitive my cock has become.
I come so hard, so completely, and with such pleasure, I’m not even sure it’s over when I stop moving. I’m tingling everywhere.
Breath after breath, I come back.
I feel weightless and grinningly happy.
Diego’s face is hovering over mine when I open my lazy eyes. “What … was that …?” I get out, almost laughing.
He still doesn’t smile. He just stares at me with his head partly tilted to one side, like he’s studying me, drinking in the expression of unbound bliss on my face.
Finally, he says, “That’s what I wanted to see.”
I lift my eyebrows. “What?”
“The human trapped inside you.” He strokes the side of my face, stuck in a thought. He looks so uncharacteristically sweet for a second, despite the permanent iron-hardness of his eyes.
I decide to just go along. “You prefer the human …?”
“I prefer the guy who doesn’t apologize as much. Who’ll fuck my face because he wants to. Who would let me finger him ‘til he comes all over some rich lady’s rug.”
I’m about to laugh when that last part hits me. “What? Did I … Did I just …?” I try to sit up to look. It’s too dark to see clearly. “Did I just make a mess on the—?”
Distant laughter rings out from the hall. Someone’s nearby in the house. Their footsteps are coming closer.
We’re off the floor. I’m tripping over my pants as I’m pulling them up. The pair of us manage to get our clothes on but nothing buttoned or fixed before Diego whisks me with him behind one of the nearby curtains with a hand over my mouth.
We stare at each other.
Tightly wrapped up in our curtained cocoon.
His eyes in front of mine.
The footsteps come. The footsteps go.
Then it’s silent again.
We stay just like that, even long after the danger’s gone. Then he gently releases his hand from my mouth. A moment passes as I get lost in his eyes.
“Was I really fucking your face?” I finally murmur.
After a second, he smirks. “I don’t know. Were you?”
“I feel like I should reciprocate.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “By letting me fuck your face?”
I bite my lip, not exactly having meant that. “Or … whatever.”
“Or … whatever?” He shakes his head at me. “That sounds like a dangerous word to me. Got any idea what ‘whatever’ means?”
“Yeah. It means … It means whatever.”
He brings his face closer to mine, nearly grazing it. My heart races between our bodies, even after coming, after it’s over, like it could all just start over again. His eyes burn deeply.
Then Diego says, “Whatever means every last thing you could possibly dream up in that dirty little mind of yours.”
“My mind’s not dirty.” I reconsider, with his face so close, his body against mine. “No dirtier than yours.”
“Oh, I think your mind’s plenty dirty, more than anyone here in this small little pretends-it’s-so-innocent town knows.”
I swallow hard. Still trembling from the chaotic release I was just given on that carpet. Still way too worked up to be calm. Still caught between the soft curtains and the hard body in front of me.
Then he smirks and his voice turns playful. “Don’t worry. No need to reciprocate.” He backs off just an inch. “I’m a giver. I like giving. Gets me off. Besides …” His eyes fall to my lips. “… you gave me plenty back whether you think you did or not.”
I seriously can’t figure this guy out. “I think I … liked … almost getting in trouble with you … Diego.”